I'm not the anon who drew the numbers, but I couldn't resist. Hope you don't mind a mini-fill:


Sibrand clenched his fist with anger as he watched the two men drawing closer and closer together, their lips almost touching, then skimming, then melding in a passionate kiss that peaked like dramatic music.

All Sibrand could think of was, "Why, Lorenzo? You were supposed to stay true to Giovanni . . . Fuck you for seducing him, Leonardo!"

Then the screen faded to black, and the word "Renaissance" appeared in white letters on a backdrop of red satin sheets.

Sibrand thumped his fist on the TV remote and muttered, "Stupid telenovela."