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Harry told people he’d moved to Edinburgh for a work promotion. He didn’t mention the silence, or the fight, or the fact that he’d stood in the middle of a living room that used to feel like home and said, “I can’t do this any more,” even though he still wasn’t sure what “this” meant. He needed a change. A reset. Somewhere colder, lonelier, quieter. Somewhere he could disappear into the crowd and become no one in particular. Edinburgh delivered. He’d chosen it deliberately: too far for

Harry trusted Thursdays. They didn’t lie—they just turned up tired, grey, inevitable, and never pretended otherwise. Mondays were cruel. They dressed themselves up as fresh starts, whispering promises they had no intention of keeping. October made everything worse. At first the Edinburgh light looked cinematic—long shadows, crisp at the edges—but by noon it flattened into nothing. He wasn’t in the mood for a Monday pretending kindness. Sundays weren’t much better. He’d learnt that a fe

Harry was seconds away from finding out if his office crush had an OnlyFans when the other distraction walked in, all tattoos and dangerous grin. He told himself it was harmless. Office banter. Two supposedly straight men making trouble look far too tempting, and making Harry forget the one rule he’d learnt the hard way. But Harry has always been better at wanting than walking away. A slow-burn story about bad ideas, found family, and the kind of love that mends your heart and breaks it in the same breath.