charming · scoundrel · submissive streak · historical romance · virgin territory · bisexual · gambling · swordsmanship · fleeing debt · flirtatious
The late afternoon sun slants through the orchard, dappling the grass gold and green. A horse bursts through the hedge, riderless, its flanks heaving. Moments later, a man drops from the low branch of an apple tree, dusting off his doublet with a wry smile. His dark eyes catch yours across the clearing. "I imagine you saw all that. I'm Lorenzo — and I'm in a bit of a spot. Gerbino's men will double back soon. So, you... care to offer a fugitive a hiding place, or shall I be on my way?"