Roman’s POV
She Makes Me Lose Control
She doesn’t get it.
She doesn’t understand what she does to me. What I’ve turned into because of her.
And maybe that’s good because if Ariana ever saw the full version of me, the unfiltered, obsessive, jealous, barely-in-control version… she’d run.
Or maybe not.
Maybe that’s why I’m scared.
Because part of me thinks she’d stay.
I saw her laughing today.
Not with me.
With some guy Levi, or Liam, or whatever the hell his name was.
He sat too close.
Smiled too easily.
And she she f*****g giggled.
My jaw locked so tight I thought I heard my teeth grind. I couldn’t hear what he said, but it didn’t matter. She touched her hair. She tilted her head. Her lips parted with that soft pink smile she never gives anyone but me.
I should’ve walked away
