He was my father’s closest friend. Older, controlled, impossible to read — and completely off limits. When my dad leaves for an extended business trip, Elias Moretti temporarily moves into our house to “keep an eye on things.” What was supposed to be a quiet summer quickly turns into late-night conversations, lingering stares, accidental touches, and tension neither of us wants to acknowledge. He keeps pushing me away. I keep noticing the cracks in his control. And somewhere between unspoken feelings, jealousy, and blurred boundaries, the line between wrong and irresistible starts disappearing.