They were never just three people—they were a storm waiting to happen. What began as a search for a typewriter became something none of them were ready for: truths they hadn’t spoken, feelings they couldn’t name, and a bond that didn’t know where to land. Rune, Asher, and Freya were supposed to be temporary, but some connections linger like bruises—quiet, aching, and impossible to ignore. This isn’t a love story. It’s the unraveling of one.