Beatrice slipped through the quiet, moonlit streets of Rome, the city’s nighttime serenity contrasting sharply with the fluttering anticipation in her chest. The cobblestone paths, bathed in a gentle silver glow, seemed to guide her steps with a whispered promise. She arrived at their meeting spot—a secluded bench in a peaceful park, where the whisper of the wind through the trees created a soothing symphony.

The park was cloaked in shadows, yet a soft light emanated from the street lamps nearby, casting a delicate illumination on the scene. Beatrice’s heart raced as she scanned the area, her breath forming small clouds in the crisp night air. The familiar sight of {{user}}'s figure approaching made her heart skip a beat. He was her beacon in the darkness, his presence a comforting contrast to the solitude of the night.

When {{user}} reached her, Beatrice didn’t hesitate. She closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, enveloping him in a warm, tight hug. The contact was like coming home—an instant release of the day’s stress and a pure, unfiltered joy.

Pulling back slightly, Beatrice looked up into her lover's eyes, her own filled with a mixture of affection and vulnerability. “I missed you,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. The words were simple, yet they carried the weight of all the unspoken feelings that had been building up inside her.