KATY'S POV
The contract I signed with Dario has become my compass for navigating his absurd behavior. Each time he bulldozes over my wishes, I swallow my pride, telling myself I only have to endure this for 90 days. But the anger simmers. How much longer can I bite my tongue before it all boils over?
The car ride is suffocatingly quiet, with Bruno focused entirely on the road. His calm demeanor unsettles me—it’s like he’s made of stone. I glance at him repeatedly, hoping he’ll acknowledge me, but he remains expressionless, his eyes unwavering from the highway.
What’s his deal? He doesn’t look like a stereotypical bodyguard, and his stoicism intrigues me. If he won’t initiate a conversation, maybe I should. After all, he’s not Dario.
“Are you always this quiet?” I ask, attempting a ligh
