Enemies to lovers (Kylian Mbappe story)

Day 2

The plane's wheels kissed the tarmac of Rome's Fiumicino Airport, and Jordan's heart fluttered with excitement. The journey had been long, but now they were here—Italy. The air felt different, carrying the promise of new memories, unburdened by the pressures of the past few months. Kylian squeezed her hand, his excitement matching hers as they disembarked.

As they stepped out into the Italian sun, the warmth enveloped them, along with a rush of freedom. The beauty of the city was immediate—Roman architecture towering around them, the buzz of tourists and locals alike creating a hum of life.

Kylian had arranged everything, of course. They were staying in a private villa just outside the city, nestled among the rolling hills of Tuscany. It was everything they had dreamed about—a small, picturesque escape from the world, with sprawling vineyards and olive trees that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Their driver whisked them away, and as the city slowly gave way to the countryside, Jordan found herself leaning into Kylian, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "It's perfect," she whispered.

"We haven't even arrived yet," Kylian teased, grinning at her." I know," she smiled back, "but I can already feel it."They arrived at the villa just as the sun was beginning to set, casting a golden hue across the landscape.

The villa itself was like something out of a painting, with its terracotta roof, stone walls, and ivy creeping along its edges. Jordan stood in awe as they walked up the path, taking in the sheer beauty of it all.

Kylian opened the door, and inside was just as breathtaking—rustic but luxurious, with high ceilings, exposed wooden beams, and a fireplace that beckoned cozy evenings. But it was the terrace that stole Jordan's heart. Stepping outside, she was met with a view that took her breath away—rolling hills, the distant shimmer of the sea, and the sun slowly sinking below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold.

Kylian wrapped his arms around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder as they both took in the view. "This is where we start over," he murmured.

Jordan smiled, leaning back into him. "I wouldn't want to start over anywhere else."The first night in Italy was blissful. They had a simple dinner, prepared by the villa's chef, and enjoyed it on the terrace as the stars began to dot the sky. Wine flowed, and conversation turned light and carefree, a welcome change from the intense months that had preceded this.

As they sat there, basking in the serenity of the night, Jordan felt a deep sense of contentment wash over her. The trial, the stress, the chaos—it all felt like a distant memory. Here, in this quiet corner of Italy, it was just them. No pressures, no interruptions. Just love.

Kylian reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "I can't wait for tomorrow," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Jordan raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's tomorrow?"

"You'll see," he said with a mischievous grin. And with that, the night slipped into quiet laughter and whispered conversations under the stars, as Jordan and Kylian began their Italian adventure—one filled with promise, love, and the kind of peace they had both been longing for.

The next morning, Jordan awoke to the soft, golden light of the Tuscan sun streaming through the open windows. The air was warm and fragrant, filled with the scent of olive trees and blooming flowers. She stretched lazily, feeling the cool linen sheets slide against her skin, and glanced over at Kylian, who was already up, standing on the terrace.

He was looking out over the hills, his back to her, but she could sense the excitement radiating from him. He had hinted at some surprise the night before, and knowing Kylian, it was bound to be something spectacular.