Falling for his older brother's best friend was not part of Valentin's plan. Neither was the German occupation of Paris, but 1940 has been full of surprises.
F lix is passionate, self-contained, and completely unavailable in every way that matters. He shouldn't be this difficult to ignore. And yet.
Between clandestine leaflets, stolen cigarettes, and moments that keep almost becoming something else, something builds between them that neither is ready to name. In a city that has stopped asking questions, the most dangerous thing isn't the occupation.
It's what neither of them will say out loud.