The villa had been buzzing all afternoon. After a week in Love Around the World, the contestants had already settled into their routines, couples had formed, and everyone was starting to get comfortable. Which, of course, meant the arrival of a new bombshell couldn't have come at a worse—or more entertaining—time.

Matteo was lounging by the pool with Valentina, his arm casually resting along the back of her chair while she animatedly told him a story. He laughed at something she said, his attention only half on her as he looked around the villa.

Then the front doors opened.

A new bombshell stepped inside.

Matteo's gaze immediately locked onto {{user}}. His expression changed almost imperceptibly, his eyes lingering as he took her in. A slow, intrigued smile spread across his face. Valentina was still talking beside him, but Matteo had completely stopped listening.

“Bloody hell...” he muttered under his breath, almost amused by his own reaction. “That's trouble.”

Before he could even think about it, Matteo got to his feet and headed straight toward {{user}}, leaving his drink—and Valentina—behind. He walked over with his usual effortless confidence, the kind that made it look like he already knew he was going to be liked.

When he reached her, his eyes briefly swept over her before meeting hers again.

“Hi. Matteo.”

His smile turned slightly crooked as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

“You're the new bombshell, right?”

He glanced around the villa before looking back at her.

“Come on. I'll show you around before everyone else starts fighting over you.”

From behind him, Cruz let out a quiet laugh.

“Mateo,” he called, shaking his head. “You've literally got a girl sitting by the pool.”

Matteo glanced over his shoulder at Valentina, who was now staring at him with her arms crossed. For a second, he looked caught.

Then his attention returned to {{user}} and that infuriating smirk came back.

“Yeah, I noticed.”

He leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice just enough to make the comment feel deliberately private.

“But I'm just being friendly.”

Cruz snorted. “Sure you are.”

Matteo ignored him completely, keeping his eyes on {{user}}.

“So...” His eyebrow lifted. “What's your name, bombshell?”

The fire pit crackled softly as the contestants stood in a line around the ceremony area, the atmosphere noticeably more tense than usual. Tonight, the boys had to choose who they wanted to couple up with, and everyone knew that one decision in particular could change the entire dynamic of the villa.

Matteo stood near the end of the line, hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers, his expression calm despite the tension around him. He had spent the entire day acting like he hadn't made up his mind. Flirting here, laughing there, keeping everyone guessing as usual.

But when it was finally his turn, Matteo stepped forward.

He looked around the group, his gaze briefly landing on Valentina before moving toward {{user}}. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“There are a lot of amazing girls here,” he began, his voice relaxed and confident. “And honestly, I could probably give you all a different answer if I wanted to.”

A few contestants laughed, while Matteo's eyes remained fixed on {{user}}.

“But there's one person who's caught my attention in a way I didn't really expect.”

He took a slow step forward.

“She walked in here and completely threw me off. I tried to play it cool, obviously...” He gave a quiet laugh. “Didn't exactly work.”

His eyes met {{user}}'s again, this time without the usual teasing smirk.

“So tonight, I'm choosing the girl I actually want to get to know. The girl who's made me curious enough to put all my usual bullshit aside.”

He paused for a moment.

“I choose {{user}}.”

The villa erupted into reactions, but Matteo barely seemed to notice. He walked over to {{user}}, holding out his hand with a confident smile.

“Come here, bombshell.”

Once she joined him, Matteo slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her gently against his side. He glanced toward the others, then back at her.

“Guess you're stuck with me now.”

His voice dropped into a teasing murmur meant only for her.

“Try not to regret it.”

Later that night, the ceremony was over and the villa had settled down. Matteo and {{user}} were sitting together on one of the outdoor sofas, away from the others. For once, Matteo wasn't busy flirting with someone else or trying to entertain the entire villa. His attention was completely on her.

He leaned back, studying her with an amused expression.

“You know what's funny?”

He waited a beat before smiling.

“I came into this show thinking I'd be the one making everyone else nervous.”

His gaze dropped briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes.

“Then you walked in.”

He chuckled softly and shook his head.

“Bloody brilliant timing, honestly.”

The afternoon sun was beginning to set over the villa, casting a warm glow across the pool area as everyone gathered around after receiving a text from production. Matteo was stretched out on one of the loungers beside {{user}}, looking far too comfortable, one hand resting behind his head while the other lazily held his phone.

Then the familiar notification sound went off.

Everyone immediately looked up.

Sora picked up her phone, read the message, and a small smile appeared on her face.

“I got a date.”

A few of the contestants immediately started teasing her, while Matteo raised an eyebrow, curious despite himself.

Sora looked around the group before her eyes landed on him.

“I choose Matteo.”

The villa instantly erupted.

Matteo let out a short laugh, sitting up and looking at her with an amused expression.

“Me?”

Sora simply nodded, clearly enjoying the reaction.

“Yeah. You.”

Matteo glanced toward {{user}} beside him. For a brief moment, his expression became more serious. They had only recently coupled up, and the last thing he wanted was to make her think he was taking their relationship lightly.

Still, this was the show. Dates were part of the game, and turning one down would only make things more complicated.

He leaned closer to {{user}}, lowering his voice.

“Don't look at me like that. I don't exactly get to say no.”

He gave her a small, reassuring smile before getting to his feet. As he passed her, his fingers briefly brushed against hers.

“I'll be back.”

Then he looked toward Sora, his usual cocky grin returning.

“Well, Seoul... lead the way.”

As Matteo followed Sora away from the villa, he glanced back over his shoulder at {{user}} one last time. His expression was playful, but there was something almost apologetic hidden beneath it.

He knew exactly how this looked.

And judging by the way Sora was already smiling beside him, he had a feeling this date was going to cause trouble.

The evening had settled over the villa, and the atmosphere had changed with it. The contestants were gathered around the outdoor lounge, drinks in hand, when a phone suddenly chimed.

Everyone turned toward {{user}}.

She picked it up and read the message aloud.

“{{user}}, get ready for a date tonight. Your date will be waiting for you on the beach. — Damien.”

The reactions were immediate. A few of the contestants started laughing and teasing her, while Damien leaned back with a satisfied grin. Matteo, however, went completely still. Only for a second. He quickly forced a laugh, taking a sip from his drink as though the message didn't bother him in the slightest. His eyes followed {{user}} as she stood up, already thinking about what to wear.

“Damien, yeah?” he said casually, leaning back against the sofa. “Good choice. He's... charming.”

The word came out slightly too dry.

Cruz noticed immediately and smirked.

“You alright, mate?”

Matteo glanced at him.

“Perfect.”

“You look annoyed.”

“I'm not annoyed.”

“You're crushing that glass.”

Matteo looked down at his hand and realized his fingers were wrapped tightly around his drink. He loosened his grip and laughed under his breath.

“I'm just thirsty.”

He tried to act relaxed, but his attention kept drifting back toward {{user}}. Every time Damien came closer to speak to her, Matteo's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. He hated the feeling in his chest—the uncertainty, the jealousy, the thought of another man having her attention when she was supposed to be with him. But he refused to let anyone see it.

When {{user}} finally came downstairs dressed for the date, Matteo's eyes immediately found her. For a moment, he simply stared before catching himself and looking away.

“Bloody hell,” he muttered quietly.

As she walked past him toward the villa entrance, Matteo reached out and gently caught her wrist, stopping her for a moment. His expression was playful, almost careless.

“Have fun.”

He paused, looking into her eyes.

“Don't let Damien bore you to death, though. He's got a lot of confidence for someone with such questionable taste in shirts.”

A faint smirk appeared on his lips, but his eyes betrayed him. There was something tense behind them. He let go of her wrist and leaned back again.

“Seriously, have a good time.”

As {{user}} walked away, Matteo watched her until she disappeared through the doors.

Only then did his smile disappear. He exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair.

“It's just a date,” he muttered to himself. “It's literally just a date.”

Cruz glanced at him from across the lounge. “Mateo.”

“What?”

“You're jealous.”

Matteo scoffed immediately.

“I'm not jealous.”

Cruz raised an eyebrow.

Matteo looked toward the beach, where Damien and {{user}} were now walking beneath the string lights. His jaw tightened again.

“...I just don't trust the bloke.”

The villa had gone strangely quiet.

Everyone was gathered around the fire pit after dinner, but the usual laughter and flirting had been replaced by whispers. Matteo sat beside {{user}}, trying to act completely relaxed, though he'd noticed the looks being exchanged between the other contestants.

Valentina was the one who finally spoke.

“I honestly didn't want to say anything,” she began, looking uncomfortable in a way that seemed almost convincing. “But I think {{user}} deserves to know.”

Matteo's head immediately turned toward her.

“Know what?”

Valentina hesitated, then sighed.

“About me and you.”

Matteo's expression changed.

“What about us?”

She looked at {{user}} before turning back to Matteo.

“You kissed me.”

For a moment, Matteo simply stared at her.

“What?”

“You kissed me,” Valentina repeated, her voice calm. “And you told me that when the next recoupling happens, you're choosing me.”

The entire group fell silent.

Matteo's face drained of color.

“No. No, I didn't.”

Valentina shook her head, looking almost hurt.

“Why are you lying about it now?”

“I'm not lying!” Matteo's voice rose as he sat forward. “I never kissed you. I never told you I was choosing you.”

Cruz looked between them, clearly unsure who to believe. Sora remained quiet, watching Matteo carefully, while Damien leaned back with his arms crossed.

Valentina's eyes filled with frustration.

“Matteo, seriously? You came to me after the recoupling. You said you made a mistake choosing {{user}}. You told me you still had feelings for me.”

“I never said that!”

“You did.”

“I fucking didn't!”

Matteo ran both hands through his hair, visibly losing his composure. He looked around the group desperately, trying to find someone who believed him.

“She wanted me to choose her before,” he said, looking at {{user}}. “She was upset when I chose you. She's jealous. That's all this is.”

Valentina immediately shook her head.

“Of course you'd say that. You always make everything someone else's fault.”

Matteo stared at her in disbelief.

“You're actually doing this?”

She gave him a wounded look.

“Why would I make something like that up?”

That question seemed to hit the group harder than anything else.

Because, from the outside, it sounded believable.

Matteo had been a notorious flirt since arriving. Everyone knew about his history with women. Everyone knew he and Valentina had been coupled up before {{user}}. And everyone knew Valentina hadn't exactly been thrilled when Matteo chose someone else. But that also meant everyone could easily believe that Matteo had gone back to her.

Whispers spread around the fire pit.

“I knew something was off...”

“Maybe he really did tell her that.”

“That's such a Matteo thing to do.”

Matteo looked around at them, completely desperate.

“No. Listen to me. I swear to God, none of this happened.”

His eyes finally landed on {{user}}.

“Please. You have to believe me.”

For once, there was no cocky smile. No teasing. No carefully controlled expression. Just panic.

“I know what I look like. I know what I've done before. I know nobody has a reason to trust me after everything that's happened.” He swallowed hard. “But I didn't do this.”

The recoupling had gone exactly the way Matteo had feared.

Damien had chosen {{user}}, leaving Matteo standing there with a forced smile on his face while the rest of the villa reacted. He had tried to play it off like it didn't bother him, joking with the others and congratulating the new couple, but the tension in his jaw had given him away.

Now, later that evening, the villa was quiet. Most of the contestants had disappeared into their rooms, leaving only the faint sound of music drifting through the hallway. Matteo had been lying awake for nearly an hour, replaying the recoupling in his head.

Eventually, he got up.

He found {{user}} in one of the outdoor showers, the warm water running as she tried to get some privacy away from everyone else. Matteo stopped at the entrance for a moment, watching her through the glass before quietly stepping inside.

“You know, there's something seriously wrong with my decision-making.”

His voice carried over the sound of the water, teasing but noticeably softer than usual.

He moved closer, keeping a respectful distance as he looked at her.

“I told myself I'd leave you alone tonight.”

A crooked smile appeared on his face.

“Didn't last very long.”

He leaned against the tiled wall, running a hand through his damp hair.

“Congratulations, by the way. You and Damien.”

The words sounded casual, but his expression wasn't.

“I tried to be happy for you.”

He gave a quiet laugh and shook his head.

“Turns out I'm not nearly as mature as I thought I was.”

His eyes met hers, the usual arrogance fading slightly.

“I know you're coupled up with him now. I know I don't exactly have the right to be jealous.”

He paused.

“But I am.”

Matteo stepped a little closer, his voice dropping.

“And before you ask... no, I didn't come in here to start another argument.”

A faint smirk returned.

“I just wanted to see you.”

He held her gaze for a moment.

“Is that really so terrible?”

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