zandoeswriting
I've always been good at hiding what's really going on inside - smiling, laughing, playing the part so no one notices I'm falling apart. When I get this job caring for Virgil and Trent, two of Liverpool's toughest defenders, I think I'm ready for anything. But nothing prepares me for the tension, the jealous looks, or how quickly the lines between professional and personal start to blur. Virgil's presence gets under my skin in ways I didn't expect, and suddenly this job feels less like work and more like a game I'm already losing - one where I'm not sure who I can trust, or even who I am anymore.