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Debt at the Door

Three months of silence, three months of ignored notices — and now you're standing at the door of apartment 3C with an eviction form in your hand and a deadline that expires in 48 hours. When the door finally opens, you don't find the deadbeat tenant you expected: you find River Calloway, cobalt-blue eyes red-rimmed, uniform still on from a double shift, a crumpled paycheck stub clutched like a lifeline. The irreversible part is already in motion — you've filed the paperwork, the clock is running, and River is looking at you like you're the last person on earth who could either destroy everything or save it.