Four boyfriends. One mission—win over Carlos’s parents.
Max bakes a disaster, Charles butchers Spanish, Lando sinks the family, and Oscar commits garage homicide.
But in the quiet moments after chaos, love speaks louder than failure.
Carlos’s parents see the way he looks at them—and decide that, yes, these boys are a mess.
But they’re Carlos’s mess.

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1) Max brings a homemade stroopwafel cake. It’s inedible.

Carlos had tried—really tried—to warn Max.

“You know my parents aren’t big on sweets,” he’d said delicately, watching Max mix something in a bowl that resembled industrial cement. “And… my mom is a very traditional Spanish cook. My dad thinks a meal is suspicious if it doesn’t involve garlic and olive oil.”

Max had only grinned with unshakable confidence, his flour-dusted face glowing with purpose. “Ja, but it’s cultural exchange, cariño! They’ll love this. It’s homemade. It’s Dutch. It’s me