One Month Later
The villa was loud.
Too loud.
Sea stood in the kitchen, barefoot, wearing one of Boss's oversized black shirts, holding a mug of hot cocoa and watching chaos unfold like a TV drama.
> "Nick, I swear to God if you touch my pancake again, I will put poison in your coffee," Van snapped.
> "Relax, baby," Nick said, licking syrup off his fingers. "You sound so hot when you're angry."
Van threw a spoon at him.
Sea blinked. Sighed.
> "Why are they like this every day?" he mumbled to himself.
Boss, who stood behind him shirtless and very shameless, wrapped his arms around Sea's waist from behind and nuzzled into his neck.
> "Because they love each other. Stupidly."
Sea leaned into him.
> "Like us?"
Boss smirked against his skin.
> "Worse. We at least argue in private."
Sea turned, raising a brow.
> "You literally threatened to burn down a coffee shop because the barista winked at me."
Boss grinned.
> "I'm working on my self-control."
> "That was yesterday!"
They both started laughing.
Boss kissed his forehead.
> "Fine. I'll keep the fire for the bedroom."
Sea turned red instantly, smacking his chest—but didn't pull away.
Just then, Nick and Van stormed out of the kitchen, still arguing about eggs.
> "You should've stayed in hell," Van muttered. "I did. I followed you there," Nick shot back with a wink.
Sea blinked again.
Boss whispered into his ear:
> "We need to move far, far away."
Sea giggled and kissed his cheek.
> "No way. This chaos? It's our peace."
Boss stared at him.
And in that quiet moment, he knew—
They made it.
Not perfect. But real.
Scarred, a little crazy, fully in love.
Forever.
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