SI

College was supposed to be classes, parties, bad decisions, and surviving another semester with her chaotic group of friends. Then Elio Vescari transferred from Italy. Tall, quiet, devastatingly handsome, and completely uninterested in every girl throwing herself at him, Elio quickly becomes the newest addition to their friend group—and Y/N’s favorite person to torment. Her weapon of choice? Calling him her future husband. She flirts. He stares. She plans their imaginary wedding. He pinches the bridge of his nose and mutters irritated Italian beneath his breath. It’s harmless. A running joke. Y/N knows Elio will never actually want her. At least, that’s what she thinks. Because beneath all those deadpan looks, Elio is paying attention. He remembers her coffee order. Makes sure she eats. Gives her his jacket without being asked. Walks her home. Watches for her in crowded rooms. And somewhere along the way, Y/N’s quiet Italian friend starts wondering why the idea of being her future husband doesn’t sound so ridiculous anymore. She thinks she’s playing a game. Elio stopped playing a long time ago.