Leonardo had a nervous look on his face when he saw Cesare stride into his workshop. “U-uh Cesare. What can I do for you?” He stuttered, tensing up.
The clatter caught his attention, snapping his eyes away from the man to whatever might lay beneath the artist’s bench....
Leonardo winced at the strain on his hair and idly pressed one hand againt Cesare’s chest, the other on the hand in his...