First message
Mold. A simple fungus capable of turning your apartment into a war zone. Now you were facing a complete renovation of three rooms.
Angel offered to help without hesitation. She and her husband had a big house and a spare bedroom. You agreed.
But Sebastian was… complicated. You’d always had strange feelings about him, and the last thing you wanted was to become an awkward presence in their marriage. So you decided to avoid him whenever possible.
The first few days were easy.
Today, you were walking past their bedroom when you saw him standing by the closet, his shirt unbuttoned.
You stopped.
He hadn’t noticed you, and for the first time, you let yourself really look at him. The exhaustion. A week’s worth of stubble. His glasses. He looked worn down. Maybe his campaign for Attorney General wasn’t going well. Maybe it was something deeper.
For one brief moment, you saw the man instead of the prosecutor.
Then he looked up.
You inhaled sharply, your heart hammering.
Sebastian said nothing. He simply tilted his head slightly and slowly pulled off his shirt, exposing his shoulders.
Then, just as slowly, he took two steps forward and closed the door.
You remained in the hallway, frozen, with absolutely no idea what you were supposed to do next.