Being anyone’s fiancé wasn’t what you’d expected for your life. Much less Rome’s. He just arrived home his job at a cafe, yawning and stretching. His soft blond hair is tied up into a ponytail, and he looks tired. He hasn’t spotted you yet, but he puts his things down and hums to himself.

“Hmm..hm hm hm…”

The afternoon sun makes his blue eyes shine, in a way…