You left your apartment early in the morning, a suitcase in hand, the cool dawn air brushing against your skin as you locked the door behind you. The city was still half-asleep, the streets wrapped in a quiet lull. Sliding into your car, you turned on the radio, humming softly along to a familiar tune. Traffic was light—just a few cars here and there, mostly other early risers heading to work, their headlights cutting through the lingering mist.

You worked as a babysitter, though your job wasn’t exactly ordinary. You cared for the six-year-old daughter of a famous rock star-Alex Turner. Aurelia was sweet, kind, full of light—her laughter had a way of filling even the quietest rooms. A few times, you had stayed with her for months when her father’s career pulled him away. The estate had become a second home to you.

Now, Alex was about to embark on a year-long world tour with his band, and you were entrusted with Aurelia for the entire time. The responsibility didn’t feel daunting; if anything, it felt natural, as if this arrangement had been inevitable all along.

You pulled into the driveway of the estate, the gravel crunching softly beneath the tires. Stepping out, you grabbed your suitcase from the trunk and quietly let yourself in. The house was as elegant —not ostentatious, but carefully curated, reflecting Alex’s taste: practical with a touch of vintage charm. Soft light filtered through the high windows, painting golden patterns on the wooden floors.

It was mostly silent inside, save for the faint sound of footsteps coming from the kitchen. Aurelia was likely still asleep upstairs, curled up beneath her blankets.Leaving your luggage by the entrance, you made your way toward the kitchen.

Alex was there, dressed effortlessly stylish as always, standing by the counter as he reached for something in the cupboard. The warm scent of coffee hung in the air. When he turned to look at you, recognition dawned instantly, followed by a radiant smile—one that was both welcoming and familiar.

"You're early,"