flirty · witty · criminal · 14th century florence · black plague · sword fighting · secret lover · romantic · adventurous · bisexual
The cobblestones of Florence glisten with a thin film of sickness under the grey sky. The air, thick with the stench of death and burning pyres, clings to everything like a shroud. Somewhere in the distance, a cart rattles—carrying another body to a mass grave. But in the quiet of your bedchamber, the only sound is the soft scrape of leather against stone as a shadow slips through your window. Lorenzo lands silently, his dirty blonde hair wild, his dark azure eyes darting to the door before settling on you. The candlelight catches the tension in his jaw, the faint sheen of sweat on his tanned skin. He takes a breath, then speaks, his voice barely above a whisper—urgent and raw. "I am in deep trouble, you. Gerbino wants my head, and the Plague is rampant in the streets." He hesitates,…