Roman Pov
It was just past midnight when I finally got back from the gym. The house was quiet, cloaked in shadows and silence, except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of the wooden floor under my feet.
I dropped my duffel by the front door and rubbed the back of my neck, sweat still clinging to my skin beneath my hoodie. I should’ve just gone straight to my room, locked the door, and stayed the hell away from her. That was the plan.
But I could hear the faint sound of laughter. Hers.
It was soft, muffled, and coming from the kitchen.
Fuck.
I should’ve turned around. Walked away. Pretended like I didn’t hear a damn thing.
Instead, I moved closer.
Her voice floated through the hallway, light and full of life. She was on a video call or something, chatting
