Chaos and Stone.
Broody meets broody.Hers though, is warm chaos. He's cold stone.She boasts of Havana. He wears loannina like scars. They were worlds apart. Crossed paths anyway. In all cultural glory. Not coincidence. Maybe a little frivolity and bad decisions. It couldn't be undone. They needed one another. An arrangement. Convenient. Fake. Was it? They didn't know to what depth. Not yet.How far are they willing to respect the lines... and script?…