THE DEVILS EYES

"You make it look like it's magic." - Earned It by The Weeknd

She saw the face of an angel.
He carried the mind of a devil.

Rosalie Bennet has lived a life of elegance, luxury, and rules-but beneath her poised exterior lies a girl learning to fight for herself.

Dominic De Luca is dangerous, brooding, and impossible to ignore. He has secrets, shadows, and a devilish charm that draws her in despite everything she's been taught.

When their worlds collide at Milan University, sparks fly, egos clash, and a slow-burning attraction forms-one that neither of them can resist.

"Oh. It's you."

I blink. "Yeah. It's me. Come on, let's go."

"No." She shakes her head, the movement a little too sharp, sending her braid sliding over her shoulder. "I don't want to go. I'm having fun."

"Bambi," I sigh, stepping closer, lowering my voice. "You can barely sit upright."

Her eyes narrow. "Don't call me that."

Matteo crouches down beside her, voice calm. "Rosalie, hey. It's late, okay? Let's get you home."

"I am home." She gestures vaguely at the kitchen cabinets. "See? There's... food. Probably."

Kika snorts. I shoot her a glare that shuts her up instantly.

Matteo's hand hovers near Rosalie's arm. "Come on, piccola. Please. You're going to hate yourself in the morning."

She stares at him for a second, like she's trying to focus. Then her voice softens. "You sound like him."

Matteo freezes. Just for a second - but I notice it. The air changes.

Before I can ask, Rosalie sways, the cup slipping from her fingers and splashing onto the tiles.

I sigh. "Alright. Party's over."

She glares up at me. "Don't boss me around."

"Then stop acting like a toddler," I shoot back, crouching to her level. "You're not staying here."

"Maybe I want to stay here."

Enemies. Temptation. Desire. And a love that could either save them or destroy them.