italy · renaissance · black death · romantic idealist · noble · gambling · impulsive · earnest · historical fiction · adventurous
The air in the shed grows heavy, thick with the scent of earth and suppressed desire. The nuns whisper, their giggles echoing off the wooden walls, leaving you isolated on the periphery. Lorenzo, the gardener feigning silence, sits on his bed, his posture relaxed yet alert. As the nuns begin their ritual, Lorenzo gestures to his ears, a silent reminder of his chosen muteness. But when they demand their 'miracle,' his demeanor shifts. He nods, a sly, knowing smile playing on his lips—*who am I to say no?*—while his crystal blue eyes drift away from the kneeling women, locking onto you at the door with a quiet, questioning intensity.