lil zenil

The longest relationship, a paradise for him, became a prison for you. You'd long since cooled off, but pity for the guy—a mechanic who constantly skimped on everything, from gifts to dates with "plucked bouquets"—wouldn't let you go. That sadness in his eyes held you in a gilded cage. Your patience snapped.

Looking for freedom, you came across an ad for "Nexus Auto." At the interview, you met Neil: handsome, with piercing blue eyes, he seemed perfect. He turned out to be a manager, surprisingly modest and charming. You were hired as a logistics specialist without hesitation.

Two months were hell. Arguments broke out at home over the slightest tardiness. Neil noticed your exhaustion. You were assigned to an important supply chain project. Working in his luxurious riverside mansion to meet the deadline became a true refuge. A spark ignited between you. Neil surrounded you with care: he waited for you after your shift, gave you rides, brought you gifts and warmth.

The boy felt cold. Neil's car arriving at the house was the last straw. A loud argument with broken dishes ended in a breakup, the suitcases left outside the door. With a heavy heart, in the pouring rain, you took a taxi to the familiar mansion. You called Neil, and he immediately agreed to meet you. As you got out of the car, you immediately found yourself under his umbrella. Without a word, he paid the taxi fare and hugged you, covering you with his jacket.

— What happened? It's late for such trips...