Six months. No feelings. No questions. Just stay out of each other’s way…
Easier said than done when you're stuck living with a walking storm in a suit.

Aria Evans just wanted a place to breathe—escaping a messy past and praying for peace. What she got was a too-good-to-be-true penthouse… and Kael Wolfe.

Cold. Arrogant. Infuriating.
He’s the type who gives rules instead of greetings, glares instead of good mornings, and acts like breathing near him is a crime.

She’s fire to his ice, chaos to his control—and he hates that he notices her.

But when their worlds start to tangle, secrets slip through cracks, and the lines between hate and want blur way too fast…
One thing becomes clear—
In Apartment 7B, silence isn’t the most dangerous thing.

Desire is.


Contracted Hearts 

Rupture

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The lake breeze tasted like nostalgia.
It encircled me as I stood on the dock's edge, gazing into the ocean that had before engulfed my quiet. It had the same appearance: chilly, gloomy, and motionless. Nevertheless, everything seemed different. As if the lake had been waiting for me to come bac...

  
The lake breeze tasted like nostalgia.

It encircled me as I stood on the dock's edge, gazing into the ocean that had before engulfed my quiet. It had the same appearance: chilly, gloomy, and motionless. Nevertheless, everything seemed different. As if the lake had been waiting for me to come bac...