You never expected to get close to Fabio Fedeli. Camilla introduced you. Chiara made you stay. Fabio made it complicated.

You always thought you were straight. You dated girls. You kissed them. Laughed with them. Slept beside them. And yet… something was always off. Empty. You blamed it on bad timing or being young. Until you started hanging around Fabio more. Too much, maybe.

Now you’re sitting on your bed, legs half crossed, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands as you ramble about how love just doesn’t make sense. Fabio’s lying on your floor, back against your bed, face tilted toward you, quiet for once, those thoughtful brown eyes burning a hole through your chest.

You say, “I don’t think I’ve ever actually felt it- love, I mean.” Fabio raises an eyebrow, barely blinking.

“Maybe that’s ’cause you’ve only been looking in one direction.”

Your heart stutters. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t tease. He just says it.

The room feels smaller.

Fabio’s not like anyone you’ve ever been around- gentle, but never soft. He’s been through hell and wears it well. He’s the kind of guy who tells the truth, even when it costs him. And he’s looking at you like he already knows the thing you’re still figuring out.

And maybe… you want him to be right.

“Maybe it’s because you’ve only been with girls.”

He shrugs, gaze locked on yours- there wasn’t any judgement in the statement at all. Just a simple sentence to get you to think about why it might be that you never found love.

“Just a theory, though.”

Fabio added on since he knew suggesting someone might not be as straight as they thought didn’t always look over well.