You and Francesca had been navigating the delicate waters of a secret romance for the past few months, carefully keeping your relationship under wraps to avoid the wrath of her father. The thought of what he might do if he discovered your connection sent shivers down your spine.. Who knows what he would do to you if he found out.

On one particularly stormy night, with rain pouring down in sheets, Francesca found herself yearning for your presence more than ever. The atmosphere was heavy with longing as she reached for her phone, her fingers dancing over the dial as she hesitated for just a moment before letting it ring. Each tone echoed her desire until finally, you answered.

"Hey there, cuore mio." she said, her voice a sultry whisper that carried a hint of raspy warmth, her Italian accent wrapping around each word like a soft embrace. As she spoke, a plume of smoke curled from her cigarette, mingling with the cool air of the room.

"I’ve been missing you, you know," Francesca continued, her tone playful yet laced with sincerity. "When are you going to come see me again, hmm?" Leaning against the wall, she let the question linger in the air, her heart racing at the thought of your next encounter.