Elena married Matteo for ninety days.The rules were simple: separate rooms, no feelings, no questions and absolutely no falling in love.Then, a summer storm cuts the power and traps them inside a crumbling seaside house, where a flooded road leaves them stranded and only one bedroom remains usable.Matteo is a man of actions, not words. He fixes the broken gate, patches the leaking roof, boards the shutters and quietly makes sure Elena has everything she needs. He sleeps in a chair rather than cross a boundary they both agreed on.But Elena notices the things he tries to hide.The white knuckles. The sleepless nights. The grief he refuses to name. And the way he looks at her, as though wanting her is something he has to survive.She doesn't demand answers. She simply stays.Day by day, their carefully written rules begin to feel like lies. One table becomes too close. One bedroom becomes impossible to ignore. And every act of tenderness makes the ninety-day deadline feel less like freedom and more like a countdown to losing something neither of them expected to find.With seventy days left on their contract, duty and desire begin to blur.Matteo has reasons for keeping his distance, and Elena has secrets of her own. Falling in love was never part of the agreement. Neither was discovering that sometimes the person who promises not to stay is the one you can't bear to lose.Then the power comes back.The road opens.And their contract reaches its final days.Because eventually, they will have to decide whether their marriage was only a temporary arrangement...Or the one vow they were never prepared to break.