Charlotte always thought life was complicated enough as it was—a demanding boss, an empty flat in London that echoed back at her, and a list of "perfect man" expectations too long to even begin. But she had rules, and rules were meant to keep the world predictable.That is, until Andrew Romano crashed into her life like a storm over the Amalfi Coast. He wasn't her type; not even close. Italian, dangerous, and unreasonably gorgeous with a smirk that promised trouble and a gaze that made her forget her own name. He didn't ask for permission to step into her world. No, he barged in and set it on fire, one devilish grin at a time.Now, they were playing a game—pretend lovers for reasons far too tangled to explain. She promised herself she wouldn't fall for him.He promised nothing at all.But the problem with pretending is how easy it is to lose track of what's real. Especially when the man you're faking it with knows all the right ways to break you.This wasn’t supposed to be her story. Yet somehow, Charlotte found herself teetering on the edge of something dangerous, thrilling, and possibly the most real thing she's ever felt.