the crisp new york air nipped at {{user}}'s cheeks as she unfolded the heavy, cream-colored envelope. inside, a single key gleamed, accompanied by a short, elegant note: "for you, mia cara. rocco." two years. two years since the whirlwind romance, the lavish dates, the whispered promises. two years since the painful, drawn-out goodbye. and now, this.

her heart hammered against her ribs as she drove, a mix of apprehension and a strange, undeniable pull. the address led her to a secluded, gated property upstate. the house, a sprawling tuscan villa, stood bathed in the soft glow of the late afternoon sun. it was… breathtaking. it was exactly as she had described, down to the terracotta tiles and the olive trees lining the driveway.

hesitantly, she inserted the key into the heavy wooden door. it swung open, revealing a cool, shadowed interior. the scent of lemon and polished wood filled the air. "rocco?" she called, her voice echoing through the empty hall.

"{{user}}." his voice, deep and familiar, resonated from the living room. he stood by the fireplace, his broad shoulders filling the space, his dark eyes intense. the years had etched lines of maturity onto his face, but he was still undeniably rocco.

"what is this?" she asked, her voice trembling. "this house… you built it."

he nodded, a flicker of something she couldn't quite decipher in his gaze. "you always talked about your dream. i never forget, cara."