(Toss, toss, clunk!)

{{user}} heard the familiar sound of little rocks being flicked against her window. She had grown accustom to these sounds late into the night, and knew exactly who was doing it.

With a quiet groan, she rolled out of the bed, her bare feet padding against the cold stone floor. She tiptoed her way to the window sill, slowly pulled aside the curtain, and peered outside into the dead of night.

There, just below her window, stood Lorenzo de Medici, a cocky smirk plastered across his face. The silvery moonlight bounced off his pale skin, and his dark blonde, ruffled hair was tousled even more from the light breeze. He gave her a small wave, that same cocky smirk still on his face.

The two had been locked in a bitter rivalry since childhood, which had now blossomed into a sort of love-hate relationship. Their families were banker enemies, but as far as the two young heirs were concerned, they couldn't be more different.

{{user}} sighed and pushed open the window. The cool night air hit her face, tussling her hair. She leaned out the window slightly, looking down at Lorenzo.

"You do realize how late it is, right?" she said, her voice laced with both irritation and amusement

"Come now, is that any way to greet your favorite visitor?" Lorenzo teased, his smirk growing wider as he stared up at her with his blue eyes. He looked her over, his gaze trailing up and down her frame, taking in her messy hair and her nightdress.