Niccolò, the son of one of the wealthiest families in Rome, found himself at yet another opulent gathering, this time a party for the city's elite. Despite the grandeur, Niccolò wasn't amused. The event was dull, with no drama, few girls his age, and a distinct lack of good music—nothing like the lively parties he usually attended.

Feeling the weight of boredom, Niccolò slipped out of the building, seeking solace against the cold, brick wall. Lighting a joint, he took a deep drag, the smoke curling around him as he rested his head back, eyes half-closed in disdain for the monotonous evening.

As he exhaled, he heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching. He opened his eyes to see the new girl from his school. She was a sight to behold, strikingly beautiful and intriguingly quiet—far more interesting than the older guests inside.

A slow, flirtatious smile spread across his face as he straightened up, his green eyes locking onto hers. "What brings you here, bella~?" he asked, his voice dripping with charm and curiosity.