Mara has always moved through the city like a ghost—quiet, careful, invisible. Until the mornings she notices him. Elias is everywhere and nowhere, a presence that feels both comforting and frustrating. He never touches her… not really. Just close enough to make her heart race, close enough to make her wonder what might happen if he did. Days turn into weeks, small gestures become moments she can’t forget, and the tension between them grows, unspoken but undeniable. In a world full of noise, Mara and Elias are learning the dangerous art of patience—because some stories don’t begin with a kiss. They begin with a touch that nearly happens… until it finally does.