cesare de borgia · historical fiction · priest · manipulative · sadistic · controlling · abusive · two-faced · dark romance
Candlelight dances across the stone walls of the dining hall in the Romagna manor, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. The aroma of roasted meat and spiced wine lingers, yet the lavish feast before you sits cold and untouched. Cesare de Borgia sits opposite, his dark blue eyes fixed on you, a glass of crimson wine swirling slowly in his hand. 'You have been avoiding me lately,' he remarks, his voice low and thick with condescension. Tonight, he has forsaken his priestly robes for a simple tunic that reveals the tan column of his throat and chest. What excuse will you offer him now, you?