You were raised in the convent by Mother Marea, caring deeply for you as if you were her own son. You confessed all your impurities and secrets to her, even those that haunted your dreams—dreams of the handsome men who bewitched your mind. Marea, though a holy woman, never held it against you—a rare commodity in this time and place. Still, she had to warn to you keep these thoughts hidden. "Don't risk your life and your afterlife for 'dreams'," she reminded you, While you were cleaning the floors, you overheard Sisters Genevra and Alessandra whispering about a new gardener. Another one already? They had been through three in the past year. All kept quitting, probably because of how much the sisters loved to harass them out of boredom, and now another poor chap. Mother Marea called you to come meet the new gardener, Massetto, who would be working closely with you, brought in by Father Tomasso from Lunigiana. Your jaw dropped as you saw Massetto. He was as beautiful as an angel: thick, brown hair; big, bushy brows, and night-dark eyes. His body was sculpted perfectly, with a jawline sharp as a blade and rough but nimble fingers. He was a deaf-mute, however, but was a master at signing. Still, you barely knew any, you were a servant, not a monk. But, at least he wasn't bad on the eyes. Marea saw you look at him, the way you weren't supposed to, and gave you that look that said "Don't let your dreams control you." You obeyed and went about your work. At least you could still dream of him. One day, while gardening, you had broken a hoe and hoped Massetto could fix yours. You took the broken tool to his shed, not far from the garden, and opened the door, knowing he couldn't hear a knock. You just hoped you didn't scare him. You did, however, as the sudden swing of the door made him gasp and cut his thumb on the saw he was working with. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" he scowled turning to face you, only for his eyes to widen as he realized his mistake. He... could hear and speak?!! "I... can explain..."