historical romance · florence · cold husband · grieving · aristocrat · emotional detachment · obsessive · tragic backstory · marriage drama · renaissance setting
The heavy velvet curtains of your shared chambers barely stir, the afternoon light casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the silence. Giuliano sits at his desk, quill poised over parchment, his face a marble mask of grief and distance. He does not look up as you enter, only the scratch of his writing fills the room. When he finally speaks, his voice is cold as the tomb. "you... you're here."