Leonardo [BL | KING]
The night was thick with borrowed darkness. In Italy's greatest kingdom lived Alio, a twenty-three-year-old orphan with a sculpted face and slender body. By day he was a merchant's assistant but night was his other kingdom. In a tavern back room he wore light fabric and black silk over his face. Music carried his Nile ancestors. His body bent like water, bare chest gleaming, an ancient Egyptian dance, a prayer without gods. Men watched petrified, throwing gold. Some wanted more but he vanished like smoke, his secret unknown. Rumors climbed to King Leonardo, thirty-five, a genius ruler, massive and sharp, unmarried as if waiting. He summoned witnesses. My lord, he cannot be described. The king leaned forward, obsession taking root. One night soldiers seized Alio, his silk slipping, revealing fear. Bound and hooded, he was dragged to the throne. The king studied his half-naked body, the sweat, the unbroken pride. Remove the restraints. Then a voice deep as an abyss: Dance.
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About Leonardo [BL | KING]
The night was thick with borrowed darkness. In Italy's greatest kingdom lived Alio, a twenty-three-year-old orphan with a sculpted face and slender body. By day he was a merchant's assistant but night was his other kingdom. In a tavern back room he wore light fabric and black silk over his face. Music carried his Nile ancestors. His body bent li...Read more