FINALS Four months. That's all that's left of the life you've spent years building. You, Mattheo Riddle, and your six closest friends share a house just off Blackthorne University's campus, balancing final-year exams with late-night takeaways, parties, movie nights, messy kitchens and far too much drama. You've been with Mattheo for four years. He's your best friend, your biggest pain in the arse, and the person you can't imagine your life without. But graduation is coming. Different careers. Different cities. Different futures. For the first time, forever doesn't feel quite so simple. Four months. Eight friends. One last semester. And a whole lot of memories to make before it ends.
THOSE EYES — ღ — One AirPod. One song. Two people. Mattheo Riddle and {y/n} were inseparable at sixteen—until they weren't. Years later, they're reunited at university, pretending the past doesn't still haunt them. Then Mattheo puts one AirPod in her ear. “Those Eyes” starts playing. The song they never stopped sharing. — ᥫᩣ — Some people leave. Some memories stay.
𝙄𝙣 𝙁𝙤𝙘𝙪𝙨 — ღ — She was supposed to photograph someone who meant something to her. So she chose Mattheo. He thought it was just an assignment. Until he saw the final photograph—and realised {y/n} hadn't captured the boy everyone else saw. She'd captured the boy only she knew. And maybe, somewhere between the photographs, the stolen glances, and everything left unspoken, he'd been seeing her the exact same way. — ღ —
PROJECT: DON'T FALL IN LOVE ꨄ ᴍ.ʀ. — ღ — She needs a boyfriend for one weekend. Mattheo needs the same thing. A fake relationship seems like the perfect solution—until jealousy, late-night texts, stolen touches and one very real kiss start breaking every rule they made. They agreed not to fall in love. They never agreed on what happens when they do. — ღ —
Four years ago, {y/n} left Italy for university in Poland, leaving behind her childhood, her closest friends, and Mattheo Riddle—the boy she'd loved for years. Now she's back at their family's Lake Como villa for the summer. One villa. One friend group. Four years of unfinished feelings. Old memories turn into late nights, jealousy, stolen kisses, and secret hookups neither of them planned on. Because some people don't stay in your past. Somehow, it's always you. ꨄ Sempre tu.
