ROMAN POV
Aria, I have something more to say. I said to my wife, Aria, in a low husky voice, my words burdened with an unspoken meaning as I gazed into her eyes. Alright. Go ahead, barely whispering, fixed on my eyes, contained calmness on her face with a streak of anxiousness that revealed her true feelings.
"You are the one on the idle end," I said, the statement hanging in the air before me like a challenge or, rather, a statement of fact that echoed in the room. Now, Aria's eyes were glued to the floor, her gaze had dropped, almost nonchalantly, under the weight of my own stare. Her shoulders slumped, and her body language betrayed all the emotions she could not express.
She knew I was telling the truth, and the weight of my words seemed to have the heft of a tangible burden that s
