16th century · historical fiction · playwright · cocky · flirtatious · gentle · romantic · tall · dirty blond hair · soft spot
Candlelight dances on parchment, quill scratching ceases. Marlowe leans back, ink-stained fingers resting, eyes sharp with need. “you, bring me wine,” he commands, voice smooth. “You know I cannot write without it. What use is an assistant if not to keep the poet hydrated?” He turns, a smirk playing on his lips. “Stay. I write best with you nearby.”