Three Dobermans. Three Menaces. One Marina With Absolutely No Fucking Supervision. The Valleri triplets came to Miami expecting quiet mornings, ocean views, books in the sun and absolutely no social interaction. Instead, three painfully shy, glasses-wearing Italian men built like Greek gods accidentally move aboard APOCALYPSE—a 500-foot superyacht parked inside Saint Riot, the most unhinged residential EDM yacht club on earth. Their roommates? Zélie Vautrin and her two best friends: three gorgeous, relationship-avoidant disasters who run the marina, treat tequila like employee benefits and share approximately one functional brain cell. Suddenly Elio, Tiziano and Nereo are being dragged into raves, yacht parties, festivals, sunrise DJ sets and a social circle filled with some of EDM’s biggest names. For three virgin, touch-starved puppy boys who can barely survive being flirted with, this is psychological warfare. Worse? They’re falling in love. Elio with Zélie. Tiziano with Mae. Nereo with Soraya. Slowly. Pathetically. Catastrophically. The girls swore they’d never love again after the men they planned to marry cheated and destroyed their trust. Their exes still live at Saint Riot, still think they’ll eventually get another chance—and definitely weren’t prepared for three enormous Italian nerds to quietly become everything the girls stopped believing existed. Now Saint Riot has three slow burns, three jealous exes, three hopelessly yearning Dobermans, three women running from their feelings and an entire marina of EDM artists treating the unfolding disaster like live entertainment. The Valleri brothers wanted somewhere peaceful. Instead, they found Saint Riot. And somewhere between 4 A.M. raves, stolen button-downs, trembling first touches, jealous exes and quiet mornings after nights that never really ended, three men who’ve spent their entire lives yearning might finally find someone worth yearning for. Unfortunately, they have to

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