HamiltonRoxy
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I was this close to making it-five seconds from graduating one of Italy's top architecture universities. One internship. One thesis. That's all that stood between me and the future I've been working for.
A job at a top firm. A chance to finally pay off the loans my aunt took just so I could study. This year was supposed to be the finish line.
But no. They sent me to him. Serkan Bolat. The architect with the icy stare and a reputation that makes grown professionals flinch. Perfectionist. Ruthless. Zero tolerance for mistakes.
Most interns don't survive the week. But I'm not most interns. I'm not here to impress him-I'm here to get my diploma, no matter what it takes.
P.S. This is my first (and last) fanfic, inspired by the fire between Hande and Kerem-and the characters that still live rent-free in my head.