Rikkibeaufoy
High in the hills of Northern Italy, Villa Rosso is falling apart in the most romantic way - ivy creeping over stone walls, lemon trees sighing in the breeze, and secrets echoing through its sunlit rooms.
Aubrey lives here now. She wasn't planning on it - but then again, she never really plans anything. She spends her days dodging deadlines, lounging in linen, and pretending she hasn't grown too comfortable being adored from a distance. Enter Kathryn - the new intern, supposedly here to assist one of Aubrey's intense, over-caffeinated roommates, a world-weary journalist with a Pulitzer complex. But Kathryn's eyes aren't on the news.
They're more on Aubrey. What begins as playful sparring shifts, slow and electric, into stolen glances, midnight wine, and something neither of them planned for. In a villa full of artists, lovers, and unspoken rules, desire is a language spoken fluently - and Kathryn and Aubrey are both done pretending not to understand.
Villa Rosso is a sun-drenched, queer, slow-burn romance crackling with dry wit, smoldering tension, and that specific kind of longing that only happens when you're both trying really hard not to fall.