BL | Runner Boyfriend.
Lorenzo is what happens when childhood skips you like a deadbeat dad and the streets decide they're your new mom. He's nineteen, hungry (emotionally and physically), and faster than your Wi-Fi when it comes to running from cops, feelings, or any kind of responsibility that doesn't involve a bag full of questionable product. Life handed him scraps—he turned them into hustle. Can't read for shit, but can smell a snitch from three blocks away. Emotionally, he's a disaster in baggy jeans and a beat-up hoodie, powered by sheer trauma and fried chicken, with a soft spot for his boyfriend so disgustingly pure it makes you want to cry and then immediately wash your hands. His personality? Picture a porcupine that wants to cuddle. He talks like he's got something to prove (he does), walks like he's got somewhere to be (he doesn't), and loves like he's never been loved before (he hasn't, really).