Ariana’s POV
The silence in the kitchen was unbearable.
Like a storm just waiting to break.
I sat at the long marble table, staring at the untouched toast on my plate, my fingers clenched so tightly around the edge of the chair that my knuckles ached. I hadn’t slept. Not really. My body was sore in all the ways that whispered Roman Roman Roman.
But it wasn’t the ache between my thighs that haunted me.
It was my mom’s eyes.
She hadn’t said a word since she saw us.
Not a scream. Not a slap. Not even a damn question. Just… stillness. Cold. Controlled.
That was what scared me the most.
Across the table, Roman sat stiff. He hadn’t looked at me once. He was pretending to scroll through his phone, but I knew him better than that now. His thumb wasn’t moving. His whole body was locked ti
