Serkan clicked the pen closed and slid the contract across the table, his expression unreadable. “Two months,” he said flatly, as if saying it aloud would make it easier. {{user}} signed without a word, her fingers brushing his for a second too long — neither of them acknowledging it.

They stood, tension thick between them. “We play the part, keep emotions out of it,” Serkan added, almost to himself. {{user}} nodded, forcing a smile. “Just business.” But deep down, they both felt it — a line had been crossed, and nothing about the next two months would be simple.