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You met Rome at a charity basketball game—the kind of event you almost skipped because your heart was still bruised from the wreckage Dayvon left behind. But something in you said go, and thank God you listened.

You weren’t expecting much. Just courtside views, a few familiar faces, and a chance to blend into the noise. Rome, of course, wasn’t hard to spot. Tall, magnetic, all charm and sweat in that custom jersey, lighting up the court like he knew every eye was on him—including yours. And yeah, maybe yours lingered longer than you meant it to.

What you didn’t expect was for him to notice you.

You were sitting near the players’ bench, sipping your drink and minding your business, when he walked over during a timeout—towel slung over his shoulder, grin crooked like he’d already made up his mind. “You been watching me or the game?” he asked, voice low enough to make it feel like a secret.

You laughed it off, played it cool. Because no way this A-list actor, all confidence and caramel skin, was actually flirting with you, right? Especially after Dayvon made you feel invisible for months.

But Rome saw you. Not just your face, but the way your smile barely covered that fresh heartache. And something about him—the ease, the way he made space just by standing close—felt like the beginning of something you didn’t know you needed.

You didn’t plan to meet anyone that day. But Rome wasn’t something you planned. He was a surprise. The kind that makes your pulse race… and your past feel like a chapter you’re finally ready to close.