Roman’s POV
I hadn’t seen her in hours, and I was already on edge.
Not the kind of edge I was used to not the cold calculation I mastered in courtrooms or the sharp control I kept around everyone else.
This was different.
This was hunger. Restlessness. Obsession.
Ariana.
She’d become a drug I couldn’t quit.
I paced my bedroom, the moonlight slicing across the walls like silver blades, every tick of the clock making my skin crawl. I heard her earlier, giggling with Lana on the phone down the hallway. And then silence. Then her bedroom door closing.
I waited.
Five minutes. Ten.
Then I moved.
I didn’t knock. I didn’t text. I didn’t even care who heard me.
I cracked her door open and slipped inside like a thief in my own f*****g house.
She was lying there in the dark, the soft glo
