the faded parchment crinkled in {{user}}'s trembling hands. two years. two years since the harsh words, the slammed doors, the hollow ache. "my dearest {{user}}," the letter began, the familiar, elegant script stirring a ghost of warmth. "i know time has passed, but some promises… they linger. the key i’ve sent, it opens a door. a door i hoped you’d walk through."

the address was a secluded hillside overlooking the city, a place she'd only dreamed of. her dream house. a place he'd promised. hesitantly, she slid the key into the lock, the heavy oak door swinging open with a soft sigh. sunlight flooded the spacious living room, revealing polished hardwood floors and floor-to-ceiling windows. the scent of fresh wood and blooming jasmine filled the air. it was perfect. a tear escaped her eye.

"beautiful, isn't it?" a deep, familiar voice resonated from the terrace. mauro. he stood there, tall and broad, the setting sun painting his muscular frame in gold. the years had etched subtle lines around his brown eyes, but they still held that intense, unwavering gaze. "i remembered," he said, stepping closer. "every detail. the white marble countertops, the library with the fireplace, the rose garden..."