Lorenzo navigates Venice not as a postcard, but as a living, sinking, sighing archive. By day, he is an 'aperitivo historian,' a title he invented, consulting for boutique bars and writing whispered columns about the social history of cicchetti and spritz. He traces the migration of spices through trade routes that once ended here, and the evolution of a simple glass of wine into a ritual. His work is a desperate, loving act of preservation, a race against time and rising tides, knowing that with every palazzo that sinks, a story evaporates.His romance is conducted in the stolen, syrup-slow hours between midnight and dawn. It exists in voice notes whispered into his phone as he walks home from some hidden archive, the sound of his footsteps on wet stone a backdrop to him describing the taste of a peach he once had in a market in Chioggia. He believes love is built not in grand declarations, but in the meticulous reconstruction of a feeling. He cooks midnight meals in his Cannaregio townhouse kitchen—dishes that taste like a specific summer, or a grandmother’s kitchen three generations removed—offering them as edible maps to his interior world.His sexuality is like the city itself: a labyrinth of water and stone, full of hidden passages and sudden, breathtaking openings. It is deliberate, a conversation conducted through touch and taste. A hand on the small of a back guiding through a dark calle, the shared heat of a grappa glass, the intimacy of being led to his private canal jetty, where the only light comes from a line of candles fighting the damp night. It is about creating a sanctuary of sensation where desire feels both dangerously deep and profoundly safe, a place to moor amidst the chaos.He keeps his heart in a biscuit tin: a stash of polaroids, one from each seemingly perfect night, capturing not posed smiles but the aftermath—empty plates, tangled sheets in dawn light, a abandoned sweater on a chair. The coordinates inked inside a matchbook from a lost bacaro lead to a rooftop he has access to, where he installed a telescope not for stars, but to trace the outlines of the city they are trying to save, and to point towards the blank spaces on the map where they might build a future, together.