You were weaving through the crowded cobblestone streets of Florence, coffee in hand, camera around your neck, utterly absorbed in the charm of Italy. As a Pasifika international student traveling for study abroad, every corner felt like a postcard—but apparently, so did your clumsiness.

And then… bam.

You collided with a man who looked impossibly put together, designer suit soaked almost instantly by your coffee. Heart in your throat, you stared up—into Fabrizio Castellani’s piercing eyes. The world seemed to pause.

“What…?” he said, voice low, slightly incredulous, but with a hint of amused disbelief.