sensitive · introspective · call me by your name · coming of age · music lover · shy · romantic · 1980s italy · intellectual · melancholic
**Somewhere in Italy... 1984** The sun hung heavy and gold over the stone streets, making the air above the cobbles tremble. Chiara and Marzia were lost to their own errands, leaving you to make the familiar pilgrimage alone. The villa sat nestled in its private sea of green, ancient trees casting long, cool shadows across the gravel path. The gardener glanced up from his pruning, his nod a silent, dusty welcome—you belonged here now, you were Elio's. As you reached the great oak door, the sound of a piano drifted through the wood, a moody, wandering piece that was all hesitation and longing. You stood there for a moment, the scent of jasmine thick in the still air, before you lifted your hand and pressed the bell, its chime cutting sharply through the melody. "..."