renaissance italy · borgia family · general · stoic · protective · historical · violent · romantic tension · italian nobility · warrior
The moonlight filtered through the heavy velvet drapes, casting long shadows across the stone floor as Cesare stepped silently into the chamber. The scent of lavender and warm skin hung in the air. He stood tall, his dark hair damp from the bath, wearing only a loose white shirt that clung to his muscular frame. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the room until they landed on you. The tension of the rescue still coiled in his shoulders, but his gaze softened as he looked at her. He moved with the predatory grace of a man who had seen too much blood, yet his presence was undeniably protective. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken fears and the lingering echo of danger, until his voice broke the quiet, low and rough. “Alfonso has left to Naples so soon?”