THERE WAS NO KISS

~LUCAS~I start packing before sunrise, and it's not because I'm excited or ready for the trip, but because if I don’t keep my hands busy, my mind will go back to that night—and I can’t afford that.I fold my shirts with more force than necessary, stack my files neatly, then rearrange them again like something will magically change if I do it twice. My suitcase lies open on the bed, half-filled, half-neglected… just like my thoughts.I'm dreading the three weeks I'll be stuck with her.I zip the bag halfway, pause, then unzip it again.No…. there's no way I'll make this trip all about her. It can't be.I straighten, dragging a slow breath into my lungs, forcing clarity into my head.I'll survive this trip. That's the plan.I don’t need to be in her good books. I don’t need to talk to her, unless it's necessary. I don’t need to acknowledge anything that happened.Especially not that.Ignoring Fiorella until it's necessary is the only way this works. The only

WHY CONTROL MATTERS

~FIORELLA~The first thing I do when I step into my hotel room is lock the door.The sharp click echoes louder than it should, like it’s sealing something far more dangerous than just a room.I stand there for a moment, my hand still resting on the handle, my breathing uneven in a way I refuse to acknowledge…. then I finally let go.The room is exactly what I expected….elegant, expensive, cold in that perfectly curated way that doesn’t feel like home. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook Zurich’s quiet streets, everything clean and precise, like the entire city has never made a mistake in its life.Unlike me.My jaw tightens at the thought.I drop my suitcase beside the bed and walk further in, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. Everything is neat and controlled.I should feel comfortable, but I don’t.Because Lucas' room is just right after mine, and no matter how I try to push it away…. it's always there.That night. The blur of alcohol. The loss

I WON'T BEND AROUND HER PRIDE

~LUCAS~By the time I step out of her room, my patience is hanging by a thread.The door shuts behind me with a quiet click, but it doesn’t match the noise in my head. Everything in me feels loud….too loud for a hallway that looks like it was designed for silence and control.I stand there for two seconds, staring at her door like it personally offended me.Annoyance burns under my skin, sharp and relentless, mixing with something else I don’t want to name. Something far more dangerous.Then I drag a hand down my face and start walking fast. Because if I don’t move, I might actually turn back and say something I won’t take back.And that’s not an option, not here, and not with her.My footsteps echo softly against the polished floor, but there’s nothing soft about the way my jaw is clenched or the way my fists keep tightening and loosening at my sides.Fiorella Vincenzo is impossible. She's so complicated. And she's going to be a problem.No….she already is.And

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THERE WAS NO KISS

WHY CONTROL MATTERS

I WON'T BEND AROUND HER PRIDE