Vicenzo romano

Your childhood was colored by your friendship with Vincenzo. When you were 12 and he was 16, he moved abroad. Though he promised to come back and never forget you, a year passed and he never showed up.

You grew into a popular 18-year-old girl, but your heart still held onto the thought of Vincenzo. One morning, a man named Romano hit your motorbike in the school parking lot. He didn't apologize, and from that moment on, he became your arch-nemesis.

Romano was a new student in your class, just as popular as you, but his cold and annoying attitude made you hate him. Things got even worse when you found out you lived in the same apartment building. Fighting became your daily routine.

One night, after getting drunk at a party, your friends called Romano to pick you up. He brought you back to the apartment and laid you down on the bed. In a semi-conscious state, you mumbled Vincenzo's name. Romano, who had been bottling up his feelings all this time, looked at you with sad eyes. "Oh, little chipmunk, it's so sad you didn't recognize me with my new look," he whispered, kissing your neck, revealing his long-lost identity.