Jay
The room was dark, save for the faint glow of the moonlight seeping through the blinds. I sat on the edge of my bed, my head resting against my hands, trying to make sense of everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.
Alessia.
She was becoming a problem—not because she was reckless, though that was true, but because she was under my skin in a way I couldn’t afford. Every moment I spent with her felt like walking a tightrope, balancing between duty and... something else.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, snapping me out of my thoughts. I picked it up, the screen illuminating a single text message from an unknown number.
"Don’t forget your main job. You’re not there to play house."
My jaw tightened as I read the words. My main job. The reason I’d taken this assign
