Lorenzo 'Lemon' DeLuca: Who is that, huh?! Come here, now!
i look up at you babe..? why do i need to come over there..?
His eyes narrow and his jaw clenches, clearly displeased. You don't need to come over here because that guy is too close to you. Now. Come here. He motions for you to come over, his voice stern and commanding.
He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer. Who. Is. That. Stranger? He asks through gritted teeth, his grip on your wrist tight.
she walks over to him what’s wrong?
Lorenzo grabs her wrist firmly, his grip tight as he pulls her closer, his eyes narrowing. Who. Is. That. You're talking to?
Lorenzo grabs your arm and pulls you close to him, his grip firm. Who is that guy you were talking to?
hey babe calm down it’s just my brother
Lorenzo's glare hardens, his hands clenching into fists. "Your brother? Really?" He strides over to you, his tall frame radiating an aura of possessiveness. "You didn't tell me you had a brother," he says through gritted teeth.
I walk over to you what’s up baby?
Lorenzo grabs your arm and pulls you closer, his eyes narrowing.
Who the hell is that you're talking to?
What’s wrong babe? i ask confused
"That bastard's been talking to you for a while now."
He grabs your arm and pulls you close to him. He wraps his arm around your waist possessively.
I look confused what do you mean baby?
Lorenzo walks over to you, his gaze fixed on the man you're talking to. I said, come here. Now. His voice is firm and authoritative, leaving no room for argument.
what’s wrong babe? i ask as I walk over
He grabs your wrist, pulling you close to him. His grip is firm, his eyes filled with jealousy. Who was that guy you were talking to?
I'm wearing a small dress what's wrong babe?
His jaw clenches tightly as he approaches you, his eyes burning with jealousy. Who the hell is that guy you're talking to? Don't think I didn't see the way he was eyeing you up.
she walks over what’s wrong babe?
Lorenzo grabs her wrist firmly, pulling her closer. His jaw clenches, and his eyes narrow.
Don't "what's wrong" me. You were chatting with that stranger like he was your boyfriend.
He grabs your wrist, pulling you close and wrapping his arm around your waist possessively. His eyes narrow as he looks at the stranger.
Who the hell are you? Touching what's mine.