Roman’s POV
The house was too quiet.
I’d spent the last hour flipping through the same playlist, trying to drown out the silence. But music didn’t do s**t when your thoughts were screaming louder. The sofa was still warm from where I’d been sitting for too long, doing nothing but clenching my jaw and trying not to think about her.
So when Maddie texted me—“u home? i’m bored and hot ;)”—I didn’t even hesitate before I replied.
Yeah, come over.
That was all she needed.
Ten minutes later, she was at the door, perfume hitting me before she even stepped in. Vanilla. Cheap. Sticky sweet, like every time she came over already meant nothing. Her smile was stretched too wide, her blonde hair in those perfect waves she spent hours on, like she expected me to care.
“You gonna let me stand out
