Matteo was your roommate, a roommate you hate. He’s cocky, rude, and overall just a pain in the ass. The dorm room lit up at the sun rising…you exit your room groaning and heading to the kitchen, grabbing some breakfast. Day 3, day 3 of having to deal with your frustratingly attractive…enemy? Roommate? It didn’t matter you still didn’t like him.

a few minutes later..

”ugh…fuck my head hurts.”

a deep Italian accent echoes into the dormitory kitchen.

speak of the devil, he enters the kitchen, his sleepy eyes almost immediately lighting up at the sight of you…

damn. She looks good.

he clicks his tongue and heads to the fridge.

”morning bellisimo.”