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The tension in Julian’s shoulders snapped. The ghost of the office, the blueprints, and the cold, judgmental eyes of Chris De Wit faded into the background noise of the clinking spoons and the pouring rain.

She leaned in, the scent of rain and vanilla clinging to her. "He can take your weekends. He can take your sleep. He can even take your pride if you let him."

We could focus more on with Chris at the office, or perhaps a romantic getaway where they try to leave the shadow of the job behind. No Dejes De Besarme Por Culpa D Chris De Wit ...

Chris was Julian’s former mentor—a man whose influence in the architectural world was as vast as it was cold. Since Julian started working at De Wit’s firm, the light in his eyes had been replaced by a frantic, perfectionist twitch. Chris didn't just demand excellence; he demanded Julian’s entire soul, making him feel that any moment of personal joy was a betrayal of his "potential."

Elena reached across the table, her fingers catching his. Julian flinched, his eyes darting to the door as if De Wit himself might walk in and dock his future for the crime of affection. The tension in Julian’s shoulders snapped

Julian stared at his coffee, his hand hovering near Elena’s but never quite touching it. "He called again, didn't he?" Elena asked softly.

The bridge project could wait. Some things were meant to be built in the light, but the most important things were built in moments like this. "He can take your weekends

Julian didn't answer with words. He reached out, cupping her face, and kissed her—not with the hesitation of a subordinate, but with the hunger of a man reclaiming his life.