Tangled to You
In the sunlit halls of an elite Italian law university, chaos and cold collide…

Rain Chen has it all—wealth, looks, power. On the surface, he's the perfect student: top of his class, football captain, and a silent enigma everyone wants but no one dares to approach. But behind closed doors, Rain is something far darker—the hidden king of Europe’s most feared mafia empire, controlling the underworld with ruthless precision.

Sky Wang is everything he’s not—vibrant, clingy, dramatic, and adored by literally everyone. With jet-black hair down to her knees and a heart too big for her own good, she’s the type to cry over spilled coffee and hug professors who give surprise quizzes. She doesn’t believe in monsters. She believes in glitter, justice, and happy endings.

They sit in the same class. Live in the same city. Breathe the same air. But they were never meant to cross paths—until one accidental meeting pulls Sky into Rain’s world of shadows and secrets.

And once you’re tangled with someone like Rain Chen...
There’s no going back.

We weren't even out of the lecture hall before Sky cornered me.


She yanked my sleeve like a toddler demanding candy and pulled me into the empty hallway behind the auditorium—eyes wide, face red, and breathing like she'd just run a marathon.


I shrugged. "You also slept on him, wrapped around his arm like a clingy panda, and touched his thigh. Are we conveniently forgetting that part?"


Sky squeaked. Actually squeaked. Then buried her face in her glittery tote bag.


"Take me back to first grade. Reboot me. Delete my system."


"Too late. You're a fully functional embarrassment now."


She groaned. "He's never going to let me live this down."


"Rain?" I snorted. "That guy doesn't 'let people live' anything. But knowing him… he'll probably just stay quiet and occasionally make you spiral with a raised eyebrow and three seconds of eye contact."


She looked at me through her fingers. "He didn't say anything, though. Just—It's fine. Like. It's fine. That's it. Who does that?"


"Rain. The emotionally constipated statue you're obsessed with."


Sky moaned dramatically and dropped onto the nearest bench like she was auditioning for a Shakespearean tragedy. "I'm moving to Canada."


"Sure," I said. "They probably have laws against affectionate homicide by nap."


She peeked at me. "He didn't look mad… right?"


I smirked. "Mad? Nah. But he looked… shaken. That might've been the first time in his life someone drooled on him and lived to tell the tale."


She slapped my arm. "You're not helping."


Sky stared at the ceiling. "I need a new face. And a new personality. And maybe a forehead tattoo that says Sorry, I Drool When I'm Happy."


I leaned against the wall, folding my arms. "Honestly? He didn't hate it."


"Just saying," I said with a shrug. "His ears were red. And he didn't move you off. That man would karate chop a mosquito if it got within two feet of him. But you? You were full-body latched and he just sat there like you were a scarf."


Sky blinked. Her mouth dropped open a little. "I was his scarf."


Chapter 17 - Drool Confessions & Ren’s Roasting Hour