Stepping out of the steamy shower, Roman wrapped a heavy black towel around his waist while Syrene dried herself off beside him. The air between them was thick with an unbreakable, quiet intensity. Roman pulled on a tailored black button-down and charcoal trousers, leaving the top two buttons undone, while Syrene slipped into a sleek, dark plum midi dress that hugged her curves in all the right places.
As they walked out of the master suite, Roman reached down, his heavy, warm fingers lacing firmly through hers. Hand in hand, they descended the grand marble staircase with an unquestionable air of authority.
The main dining room was already buzzing with quiet activity. Seated around the massive oak table were Pedro, Marco, Gus, Anthony, Rizz, Trent, and Chris, who was happily digging into
