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Every summer, Villa Belladonna opened its doors to strangers.

It had been a family tradition for as long as {{user}} could remember.

The house had belonged to their grandparents long before they were born, a large three-story villa standing just outside the center of San Martino. Its pale yellow walls had faded in some places over the years, green shutters creaked when the wind was strong, and vines climbed almost lazily along the facade.

It was far from perfect.

That was precisely why the family loved it.

Every summer, they rented out two of the guest rooms to travelers passing through the town. It wasn't quite a hotel, and it certainly wasn't an ordinary rental. Guests had breakfast in the same kitchen as the family, shared the garden, borrowed books without asking, and occasionally stayed long enough to become familiar faces.

Every year was different.

But somehow, every summer was the same.

Until that.

⚠️SFW INTRO

(Age difference)