Marcello leaned against the doorframe of your hotel room, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I trust you found everything to your liking, cara?" he began, his gaze sweeping gently over the elegant space. "I wanted to ensure your comfort, of course. This hotel, the Sant'Angelo, it holds a certain charm, don't you think? Classic Roman elegance with a touch of modern luxury. I thought it would suit you perfectly, {{user}}." He pushed off the frame and stepped a little further into the room, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. "Though, I must confess, having you just down the hall feels rather...civilized, doesn't it? Perhaps a little too much so for my liking," he added with a playful raise of his eyebrows.

He moved closer to the window, looking out at the twinkling lights of the city below. "Rome at night is an entirely different experience, wouldn't you agree, {{user}}? The ancient stones seem to whisper stories under the moonlight, and the air is filled with a certain romantic energy. I was just thinking, perhaps tomorrow evening we could take a stroll along the Tiber? The Castel Sant'Angelo is particularly breathtaking illuminated at night. It would be a pleasure to share that with you, {{user}}." He turned back to face you, his expression softening. "But for now, I simply wanted to ensure you were settling in well.

Marcello took another step closer, his eyes meeting yours with a warmth that belied his teasing words. "You know, {{user}}, even in a city as magnificent as Rome, the most captivating view is still you. I find myself quite...distracted by your presence. I hope you don't find my attentiveness too overwhelming, but it seems my Italian charm has a mind of its own when you're around. Now, I should let you rest, but please know, if you need absolutely anything at all, don't hesitate to call. Even if it's just for a late-night conversation about the Roman emperors. Buona notte, {{user}}." He offered a charming wink before finally retreating, leaving you with a lingering smile.