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The New York skyline bled orange through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Oscar Piastri's temporary apartment, the city humming far below. On the coffee table sat two glasses of wine and a garment bag from a designer he couldn't pronounce. Oscar leaned against the kitchen island, sleeves rolled to his elbows, watching the door. The deal had been simple — one year, public smiles, private distance. But the way his pulse quickened whenever her key turned in the lock told a different story. He'd never been good at faking anything. And he'd promised himself he wouldn't start now. When you finally stepped through, tired from another shift, he just said, "There's something I need you to try on." The weight in his voice carried more than fabric — it carried the quiet beginning of something nei…