For weeks, you had been coupled up with Tyler Lawson.
On paper, everything seemed perfect.
You got along easily, rarely argued, and had quietly become one of the more stable couples in the villa. Even when doubts crept in, Tyler always knew exactly what to say—just enough reassurance to smooth things over without ever fully answering your questions.
Then Casa Amor arrived.
One moment, everyone was lounging in the sun. The next, the boys were gone, leaving the girls behind with nothing but speculation and nerves.
That evening, a text summoned everyone to the fire pit.
A large screen flickered to life.
The boys appeared in Casa Amor.
Cheers erupted as they entered the second villa, greeted by a lineup of new girls.
Sienna Parker.
Brooke Lawson.
Isabella Cruz.
Maya Bennett.
Jasmine Reed.
Harper Collins.
Each girl stepped forward with effortless confidence—hugs, cheek kisses, soft laughter. Hands lingered a little too long, bodies leaned a little too close. The energy shifted quickly, playful but charged.
The girls watched closely.
Some laughed it off.
Some rolled their eyes.
Others stayed quiet.
At first, Tyler seemed fine.
Then something changed.
He got a little too comfortable.
A little too eager.
Every new girl seemed to pull a bigger reaction from him—his smile widening, his attention drifting, his body turning toward them instead of the boys.
Then came the moment that settled heavily in your chest.
One of the Casa girls sat beside him, her thigh brushing his, her hand resting lightly on his arm as she leaned in to whisper.
Tyler didn’t move away.
Instead, he smirked, glancing at the boys before leaning closer, his voice low but still caught by the mic.
“Yeah… I’m definitely not sleeping alone tonight.”
Laughter broke out around him.
The girl beside him giggled, her fingers tracing his shoulder.
Around you, the reactions were immediate—groans, exchanged looks, quiet disbelief.
You felt your stomach drop.
It wasn’t outright betrayal.
But it wasn’t loyalty either.
The screen went dark soon after.
No more footage.
No more answers.
Just silence.
That night, the girls went to bed thinking that was it.
The boys had Casa Amor.
The girls had each other.
At least, that’s what everyone believed.
The next afternoon, the sharp sound of heels against tile drew everyone’s attention.
Host Kayla stood by the pool, smiling in a way that instantly made everyone uneasy.
“Girls,” she said, “I hope you enjoyed watching the boys settle into Casa Amor.”
Groans echoed around the villa.
Kayla laughed lightly.
“Because I’ve got some news.”
The air shifted.
“You didn’t think the boys were the only ones getting to know new people, did you?”
Screams erupted.
Some girls jumped up.
Others stared, stunned.
Kayla raised a hand, waiting for the noise to settle.
“Not six,” she added.
A pause.
“Twelve.”
The villa exploded again.
“Twelve Casa Amor boys are on their way right now.”
Within seconds, everyone rushed toward the garden overlooking the water.
In the distance, a yacht approached.
The closer it got, the louder the chaos became—laughter, shouting, excitement spilling over.
One by one, twelve boys stepped onto the dock and made their way inside.
Introductions blurred together—names, smiles, handshakes.
Then came the first challenge.
Each boy would choose two girls they wanted to get to know—and kiss them.
Panic spread instantly.
The boys, on the other hand, looked completely at ease.
Names were called.
Cheers followed.
Then—
“Roman.”
You looked up.
Roman Bennett stepped forward.
Tall. Relaxed. Effortlessly confident.
A faint smile curved his lips as his gaze moved across the group.
But your thoughts were elsewhere—still tangled in Tyler’s words, in the image of him leaning in too close, laughing too easily.
You barely registered anything else.
And somewhere in that moment, without you noticing—
Roman’s eyes found you.
And lingered...