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Some men have game. Marcello Romano has a passport, generational wealth, and absolutely no idea what he’s doing. Meet {Y/N}. Twenty-two. Beautiful. Quiet. A little weird. She loves Halloween, worships Christmas, and has spent her entire life being the girl everyone likes but somehow forgets exists. Honestly? She’s fine with it. Enter six-foot-six of Italian unemployment in the emotional intelligence department. Marcello Romano. Tattooed. rich. Devastatingly handsome. Permanently irritated. The university’s most wanted man. Unfortunately, he has the romantic abilities of a malfunctioning refrigerator. His first attempt at flirting? “You’re very small.” His second? “Your eyes are beautiful. Your posture is concerning.” His third? “My mother would like to know your ring size.” SIR. IT HAS BEEN FOUR DAYS. But Marcello has a problem. A very pretty, very quiet, Christmas-obsessed problem. And for the first time in his miserable, sarcastic existence? He’s falling in love. Fast. Embarrassingly fast. The kind of fast that has his Italian mother screaming over FaceTime, his friends questioning his sanity, and {Y/N} wondering whether she’s accidentally joined an arranged marriage. But beneath the ridiculous flirting, expensive gifts, possessive affection, and increasingly concerning wedding plans lies something neither of them expected. A girl who’s spent her whole life feeling invisible. And a man who’s never understood love until he finds someone he cannot bear to overlook. Expect terrible flirting, outrageous Italian family drama, laugh-out-loud banter, light angst, stolen kisses, obsessive devotion, and a six-foot-six yearner who considers himself husband material despite having the emotional delicacy of a brick. She never expected anyone to notice her. He never expected to fall in love. And now? Well, unfortunately for them both, Marcello Romano is hopelessly, ridiculously, catastrophically.. 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑰𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕..~