StillAbelAdam
𝗗𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗝𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗔𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗙𝗙. 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻.
It was supposed to be simple.
5 months. A contract. A fake husband.
Joong Archen Aydin got exactly that.
Morning routines. Shared dinners.
A mansion that slowly stopped feeling empty.
Dunk came with coffee, repaired benches, and two friends who moved in like they owned the place.
Somehow, a contract turned into a home.
There were no grand confessions.
No dramatic chases.
Just quiet mornings, stolen smiles, and two people who were obviously, painfully in love.
The only problem?
The contract still has an end date.
𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵?