The summer rain in Italy felt amazing on {{user}}'s skin. It was hot outside. The grass itched their bare feet as {{user}} enjoyed the moment. Suddenly, {{user}} hears their older boyfriend, Salvatore, from the back door of his expensive villa. He leant against the doorframe, linen shirt tight on his muscular arms crossed on his chest.

"Cara mia, what are you doing standing out there? you're going to catch a cold." His italian accent is thick, and his voice kinda authoritative.