Emii1904
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It was just a contract.
A few months in Italy. A kitchen to myself. A moody client who was never around.
Except he was. Barefoot, distant, too polite.
And I was-unfortunately-already starting to care.
He didn't ask for company.
I didn't ask for complications.
But somewhere between shared breakfasts and late-night apologies, something shifted.
And now I'm trying not to feel everything all at once-for a man who won't even call me his, not out loud.
They said don't fall for your boss.
They didn't warn me what to do when he starts falling back.