Roman’s POV
She hadn’t texted me in three days.
Three. f*****g. Days.
I kept telling myself she was just busy, maybe tired, maybe still shaken up after her mom’s weird vibe the other night. But deep down, I knew.
Something had shifted.
And it was driving me insane.
I leaned against my car, the afternoon sun heating the black paint, watching students spill out of the law building. Laughter. Shouting. Music from someone’s speaker in the distance.
And I didn’t hear a single f*****g word.
Because I was watching her.
Ariana moved like a shadow now.
No smiles. No teasing glances. No quick touches when no one was looking.
She didn’t even look at me anymore.
She walked right past me like I didn’t exist.
And it killed me.
“Yo,” Alex said, tossing me a water bottle. “You look like you’
