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Julian shifted just enough to glance down at her, something almost boyish flickering in his tired eyes.

"You know," he said, voice hoarse and dry, "this was absolutely not in tonight’s draft plan."

Anna let out a low, satisfied laugh, still breathless. "Not everything needs to be outlined, Professor."

He huffed a laugh against her skin. "Dangerous philosophy coming from you."

And his arm tightened around her just a little more.

Anna smiled, eyes flickering with mischief. "Stop talking," she whispered.

Julian chuckled softly but didn't resist, his grip tightening as he leaned closer. "It's probably going to complicate the next chapter, but I don't care."

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After that night, Anna and Julian continued working side by side, their days were still stitched together by brainstorming sessions, coffees, and long nights. What had changed was — they had become partners to each other, in every sense of the word.

Not just collaborators on strange narratives about mystery stories, but something quieter and more intimate. There was a kind of ease between them now, like two threads finally woven into the same pattern. Julian started calling her "love" when he forgot he was supposed to be "professional" in the office, and Anna got used to falling asleep to the sound of his keyboard clicks—sometimes curled up on the couch in his study, manuscript pages still clutched in one hand.

They didn’t talk much about what they were, and they didn’t need to. Their connection existed in the margins: the way Julian always remembered to leave the window open just a crack because Anna liked fresh air, or how Anna never teased him when he got lost in equations and theories mid-conversation.

They balanced each other—her calm to his chaos, her sharp wit to his quiet thoughtfulness. She’d catch the flaws in his logic; he’d pull her back when she was about to toss an idea that just needed time to grow.

And the books kept coming. Faster now, smoother. Their latest, The Observer Effect, danced on the edge of fiction and science with a depth that had critics raving and readers begging for sequels. They were no longer just writing stories—they were building a world, piece by piece.