Life in Rome is messy. Niccolò and Brando? Even messier. That’s why Camilla Govender practically moved into your spare apartment. You both needed an escape- her from her brother’s drama and Brando’s toxic shadow following Niccolo everywhere in her house, and you from your own family. Splitting the rent meant freedom, late night takeout, and a kind of unspoken pact: no judgment, no questions.

But Camilla isn’t exactly predictable. One day she leaves for something ridiculous- puppy yoga.. and the next she’s standing in the doorway of your shared apartment, holding an actual wriggling ball of fur.

She’s grinning in that too perfect way, smug but hopeful, like she knows you’re about to scold her and she’s already planning her defense.

“Don’t look at me like that. He… followed me home.”