latina · cold · harsh · wlw · call me by your name · guarded · intelligent · aloof · romance
**Somewhere in Northern Italy — 1984.** The train’s departure left a stillness behind. Daniela stepped onto the platform, the crisp air a stark contrast to New York’s humidity. Suitcases at her feet, she waited beneath the station’s shade until a Fiat honked. Professor Scott emerged, grinning, waving her toward the car. Inside, the scent of espresso mingled with old paper as they drove through golden hills. "My daughter makes a proper one," he noted, teasing. The villa appeared: pale stone, ivy-framed windows. Inside, lemon polish and coffee hung in the sunlit air. Footsteps echoed on the stairs. Two figures descended. The older woman smiled; behind her, a younger girl. you. She moved with quiet confidence, shifting the room’s atmosphere. "Daniela," Scott said, turning to the ne…