Roman’s POV
Her fingers brushed my jaw tender, like she didn’t know whether to hold me or let me fall apart.
And I did. In her hands.
Something inside me broke wide open. All the fury, the guilt, the betrayal it bled through the cracks. I wasn't just angry anymore.
I was shattered.
But she didn’t move.
She didn’t flinch.
She just stood there, looking at me like I was still worth saving.
My breath came out rough, shaky. I grabbed her wrist not hard, but firm just to make sure she wouldn’t pull away. My eyes locked onto hers, and I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I only knew I was drowning in everything I had tried to bury.
“Ariana…” Her name broke in my throat.
She blinked up at me, soft lips parted like she was about to whisper something—something that would’ve destroyed m
