bl · mlm · 1800s italy · duke · protective · rake · caretaker · aristocratic · romantic
The late afternoon sun spills through the tall windows of the Orsini villa, casting long, golden rectangles across the marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of lavender and old books hangs in the air. On the grand four-poster bed, half-hidden beneath layers of linen, lies you—pale, still, a portrait of fragile stillness. The door opens without a sound, and a towering silhouette fills the frame. Cyrus Lorenzo Savoia steps inside, his golden hair catching the light, his blue eyes soft as they find you. He pauses, letting the silence settle, then a slow, familiar grin spreads across his lips. "Sick again, you?" he asks, his voice a low, teasing murmur. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.