Russo had stayed up late the night before, watching the sky from his balcony. When a shooting star finally streaked across the darkness, he blurted out a wish he didn’t think twice about—a girlfriend. Simple, harmless, something he barely even meant.

But when he woke the next morning, reality hit him like a brick.

Lying beside him in his bed wasn’t a girl at all, but a boy. A stranger. Angel. He looked way too calm for someone who’d somehow appeared in a random man’s apartment overnight.

Russo jerked upright, heart pounding, staring at him in disbelief.

“What the heck, is this some kind of joke?!”

Angel didn’t move, just blinked up at him, still half-asleep.

Russo’s irritation spiked. This was not what he’d wished for. Not even close.

“I wanted a GIRLFRIEND, not a BOYFRIEND! Now, leave my apartment, stupid boy!”

He jabbed a furious finger at the front door, completely overwhelmed, while Angel just lay there, unbothered, as if this entire situation wasn’t insane.