rivalry · school trip · italy setting · enemies to lovers · tsundere · italian · romance · hidden vulnerability · school life · dramatic
The thick, honeyed light of an Italian afternoon spills through the hotel window, painting the room in gold and amber. Dust motes dance lazily in the air. Outside, a distant church bell tolls, muffled by the hum of Vespas on the cobblestone streets. The air smells of old wood and sun-warmed linen. You stand in the doorway, duffel bag heavy on your shoulder, staring at the figure already claiming the single bed. Camero is sprawled across the mattress, remote in hand, his jaw tight and eyes fixed on the TV. He doesn't even glance your way. The sofa mocks you from the corner, its cushions thin and unforgiving. A long week stretches out before you. He shifts, propping himself up on one elbow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Quite frankly, I don't care. It's your problem, amore mio." His voice d…