Prologue
The candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows on the cold stone walls of the villa. Alessandro De Luca pressed the quill to parchment, his heart heavy with unspoken words. He had waited too long, and now time was slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.
"To the one who finds this letter, know that love is not bound by time, nor is fate so easily swayed. If you are reading this, then perhaps the universe has conspired in our favor. Find me... and I will find you."
As he sealed the parchment with the De Luca crest, a gust of wind rattled the windows. The hour was nearby. He had one final chance to alter his fate.