The city lights flickered outside the window of your apartment as you stood in the kitchen, the hum of the refrigerator filling the otherwise quiet space. You had been pretending for so long, keeping up appearances, but the pull between you and him was undeniable. Pedro, a man who had become more of an enigma than a person. He was charming, irresistible, and yet, his presence always came with a catch.

Tonight, it was no different.

You looked at the phone screen, his name lighting up. You knew the risks, the consequences, but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn away. The affair, the secret—it was consuming you both. The media had a constant eye on you, and the last thing you wanted was for your private life to become headline news. If anyone found out, it would be chaos—speculation, paparazzi, a whirlwind that neither of you were ready for.

You inhaled deeply before answering the call.

"Hey, it's me," his voice came through the line, smooth and familiar.