He wasn’t supposed to care. She wasn’t supposed to let him. Nico walked into Luna’s life with a contract and a wall ten feet high. Luna walked into his with a younger sister to protect and nothing left to lose. It started with burnt toast and a locked door. Then it became late-night drives, shaking hands over an inhaler, and the kind of quiet that feels heavier than words. Now Nico keeps showing up when he shouldn’t. Luna keeps letting him. And somewhere between “business only” and “call me first,” they stopped pretending this was just a deal. Two months was the plan. Falling wasn’t.