The Blackwood residence was nothing like Lina had imagined.
It wasn't just big—it was silent. Cold. Every surface gleamed with perfection, as if no one truly lived there.
"This is your room," the housekeeper said politely before leaving her alone.
Lina set her suitcase down and exhaled slowly. One year, she reminded herself. Just one year.
That night, she stepped out to get a glass of water and nearly collided with Ethan in the hallway.
"You're still awake," he said, his gaze flicking briefly to her bare feet.
"So are you," she replied.
A pause lingered between them—too quiet, too intimate.
"Remember," he said finally, voice low, "this is a contract."
"I know," Lina answered, meeting his eyes. "No feelings."
For a split second, something unreadable crossed his face.
"Good," he said. "Because living together changes things."
As he walked past