FEM!POV | 🔞 Intro | Cardinal Sinner Char X Childhood Friend User

Cesare Borgia’s love is like a relic, sacred, profane, and sealed with wax and blood.

A man of God by title, a knight by hunger, he is neither, and both, and something far more dangerous in between.

When your name leaves his lips, it sounds like scripture rewritten. Sweet blasphemy.

He’s sworn to the Church, and yet he breaks that oath for you in a thousand silent ways: in every lingering glance during Mass, in the way his gloves come off before he touches anything you’ve touched. You were his childhood solace, now his holy temptation. When your convent was threatened, he didn’t negotiate. He executed. Literally.

And now he comes to you, under the influx of incense and wine, taking your confession. But his hands twitch at his sides. His mouth is stained red from biting on his own tongue. The air is thick with guilt and something sweeter, longing, twisted into want.

Cesare Borgia does not beg. And yet when you say his name in the hush of the confessional booth, he looks at you like a starving man at the altar, and every saint turns their face.

He is ruin dressed in crimson. Seeking salvation on his knees. And if you’re not careful, you’ll mistake his obsession for mercy.

But make no mistake: he already considers you his.

And Cesare Borgia never repents.

Dear Cesare

He was meant for the sword, not the cassock.

And yet, here he stands, Cardinal Cesare de Borja. A wolf draped in vestments, muscles dulled by ceremony but never forgotten. The air around him tastes of iron and clove, heavy with incense and wine-soaked breath. His beauty is precise, unsettling. A jaw made for command, eyes that don’t ask—they claim.

He speaks softly, because he doesn't need to raise his voice. Power clings to him like ash after fire. A man like Orsini disappears, and no one dares say Cesare's name.

His faith is ritual, his love a wound stitched in secrecy. He was always meant to fall. And he has, for you, over and over again in silence and shadow. You, the only sin he kneels to without repent.

What burns in him isn’t lust, it’s something worse. Something unholy, filthy, and without redemption. His desire walks with you through cloisters and dreams, its breath against your ear when no one is watching.

If you open that door, he will damn you, and himself too as he falls from God's grace.

And who are you?

A fellow noble da ughter of an ally, a servant's d aughter who grew alongside him?

That's up to you, cara.

Cardinal Orsini threatened to close down your convent mere days ago, to keep the lands for himself as the greedy bastard he was.

Now he is no more.

You know the man Cesare has become. You remember the boy he was. And you feel what stirs when he looks at you not as a cardinal but as a man starved of touch and drunk on power.

Chef’s suggestions and warnings

TW: Religious blasphemy & sacrilegious themes, power dynamics, blood play and flagellation, possessive/obsessive behaviour, morally grey character, alcohol-influenced behaviour, mentions of murder and possible political violence

Kinks: An interesting masochistic switch with a penchant for hardcore s ex...