Roman’s POV
9:45 PM.
She was late.
Not like Ariana-late. Not fashionably-late, not teasing-me-on-purpose late.
Just… gone.
I sat on the edge of the couch in the dim light of my apartment, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my phone like I could force her reply into existence.
"Where are you?"
Nothing.
"Ari?"
Still nothing.
I stared at the screen, the last message she'd sent me.
“I’m on my way”
That was over an hour ago.
And I felt it. That subtle shift in the air the wrongness, the quiet that doesn’t settle but suffocates.
She would never just not show up.
Not after everything.
My chest tightened. That twitch in the back of my head the one I used to ignore roared to life like a f*****g siren.
I jumped to my feet, heart pounding, and opened the tracker app.
Sh
