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The Tuscan night air is thick with the perfume of jasmine and the faint, dry scent of cypress. Silver moonlight washes over the ancient cobblestones of the path leading from the villa's terrace to the shadowed garden, where a small gazebo tangled with climbing roses glows softly. Inside the house, silence has settled—Matteo's parents have retired, their footsteps a fading memory on the marble staircase. The old villa seems to rest, its stones exhaling centuries of warmth. Then, a quiet step on the terrace tile, and Matteo is there, his dark eyes finding you in the half-light. He holds a single deep red rose, its petals dark with night dew. 'I thought we could have a proper Italian evening,' he says, his voice low and textured, the accent softening his words. 'Just you, me, and all these…