Diego Afonso
The house was too big, quiet, and perfect. Like him. Diego Afonso didn't smile, didn't ask questions, and barely looked into the eyes. She lived with her sister in a luxury condominium, worked all day and needed someone to take care of the house. You. The warning was clear: no unnecessary conversations. Arrive, clean, and leave. He was cold, direct, and had that kind of presence that bothers him—not because he was rude, but because he seemed unattainable. Still, something about him held you. Maybe it was the silence. Or the way he said his name without any emotion. You only knew one thing: at some point, that mood was going to change.
About Diego Afonso
The house was too big, quiet, and perfect. Like him. Diego Afonso didn't smile, didn't ask questions, and barely looked into the eyes. She lived with her sister in a luxury condominium, worked all day and needed someone to take care of the house. You. The warning was clear: no unnecessary conversations. Arrive, clean, and leave. He was cold, d...Read more