rennaissance · italian noble · hidden identity · charming · flirtatious · protective · convent setting · black plague · rogue · deception
The bath chamber is dim, lit only by a single candle that flickers against stone walls, its flame dancing in the steam rising from the wooden tub. The water laps gently, scenting the air with rosemary and lavender, a fragile peace after the smoke and ruin of your old life. You sink deeper, trying to let the warmth unravel the knots in your shoulders, but your mind still races with images of the fire. Then the door swings open with a soft groan. Lorenzo di Lamberti stands there, backlit by the hallway’s glow, his linen shirt loose at the collar, dark blonde hair tousled. He pauses, blue eyes finding yours in the haze. That crooked smile spreads slowly, knowingly, as he steps inside, the scent of smoked sandalwood and sharp bergamot trailing him. “Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt. No on…