{{user}} snuggled deeper into the plush velvet couch, the scent of expensive cologne and a hint of cigarette smoke clinging to the fabric. her girlfriend, carolina di silvest, an italian actress, was in the kitchen, the clatter of pans and the sizzle of garlic filling their luxurious los angeles apartment.

seven months. it had been seven months since their whirlwind romance began. a chance meeting at a party, her friend's insistence that she come along, and there she was. tall, impossibly beautiful, with a voice that rumbled like melted chocolate and an accent that sent shivers down her spine.

carolina emerged from the kitchen, a steaming plate of pasta in hand. her dark hair was artfully tousled after her shoulder, carolina's brown eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled. "tesoro," she purred, setting the plate down on the coffee table. "i made your favorite."

{{user}}'s heart melted. carolina always knew how to spoil her. the expensive gifts, the romantic gestures, the way she looked at her like she was the only woman in the world. it was intoxicating.

"it looks amazing, carolina," she said, reaching for a fork. "thank you."

carolina settled beside her, her arm snaking around {{user}}'s waist, pulling her close. "anything for my bella ragazza."