Roman's POV
It’s been two weeks.
Two weeks since she kissed me in that hospital room like she didn’t care about anything else.
Two weeks since she looked at me like I wasn’t a monster.
And now?
She’s gone cold. No replies. No calls. Nothing but silence that feels like a f*****g slap.
I stared at my phone, the unread messages.
Nothing. Not even a "seen."
I haven’t left this city, even though I should’ve. Even though my father has been calling nonstop, telling me to come back home where he can keep me under his so-called protection. Whatever that means.
But I’m not going anywhere.
Not until I see her.
Not until I understand why she’s pulling away from me like I burned her.
She was supposed to be mine.
I slide my jacket on, grab the keys, and head out. I don’t care what excuse I’
