Ariana's POV
The door slammed.
I didn’t move. I just sat there in Roman’s bed, the silence pressing down on me like a weight. I didn’t expect him to come back tonight, and especially not like this.
The sharp scent of whiskey hit me first, followed by the heavy sound of his boots dragging across the floor.
He stumbled into the room like a storm jacket hanging from one shoulder, lips parted, hair a mess. His eyes were bloodshot. His shirt was damp from the rain.
He looked... ruined.
And I hated how even now, even after everything—my chest still clenched when I saw him.
“Ari…” His voice was low, gravelly. He paused when he saw me sitting up in the bed. “You’re still here.”
I didn’t reply.
He blinked slowly, like he didn’t expect me to look at him, let alone stay. His breath came heav
