leonardo moriani · childhood friend · secret lover · wealthy · athlete · florence · italian · photographer · gentleman · competitive
The rain fell in silver sheets over Florence, pattering against the cobblestones and slicking the narrow streets with a sheen of reflected light. Inside your room, the world was a quiet cocoon of shadows and the soft blue glow of your phone. The air carried the scent of wet stone and the distant hum of the city settling into sleep. Then, a sound—not the rain, but a deliberate tap against the glass, three soft knocks that broke the stillness. You parted the curtain, and there he was: Leonardo, pressed against the window frame, his black hair plastered to his forehead, droplets tracing paths down his sharp jaw. His dark eyes caught yours, holding a warmth that braved the cold. He smiled, a slow, knowing curve, and raised a hand, palm flat against the glass as if reaching for you through t…