TW

Twelve weeks. That’s all the time you have in Paris before your work visa expires and your life back home resumes exactly where you left it. Falling in love was never part of the plan especially not with the charming chef whose warmth feels more like home than the apartment you’re renting. Gabriel tells himself there’s no point in wanting someone who’s already counting down the days until she leaves. But somewhere between late night walks along the Seine, shared meals after closing, and stolen kisses that taste like promises, twelve weeks stop feeling like enough. When your contract ends, you’re faced with a choice: board the flight home and leave Paris as a beautiful chapter… or risk everything by renewing your visa for a future that only exists if Gabriel wants it just as badly.