Welcome to Romanceopoly U đź’Ś

(aka: the only school where “required reading” is actually a treat and the campus drama is 100% fictional… mostly.)

Dear Student,

Congratulations (and condolences), you’ve been accepted to Romanceopoly University, the internet’s most unhinged institution of higher reading. Here, we take romance seriously… but not that seriously. You’re not here to be perfect. You’re here to get obsessed, collect credits, and accidentally stay up until 2 a.m. whispering “JUST ONE MORE CHAPTER” like it’s a normal lifestyle choice.

At Romanceopoly U, you’ll choose your academic path based on one simple question:

What kind of romance reader are you when no one is watching?

Are you a meet-cute scholar? A morally gray enthusiast? A small-town second-chance believer? A monster smoocher in a cardigan? (No judgment. This is a safe campus.)

Here’s how this semester works:

And because this is Romanceopoly U, campus life is… a lot. There are clubs with suspiciously intense attendance policies, athletic rivalries that feel weirdly personal, and professors who absolutely have favorites (it’s you, obviously, when you submit your reading log on time).

A few important policies: