Vivienne
For the first time in weeks, I woke up without fear.
The morning sunlight slipped through the curtains, filling the bedroom with a soft golden glow. I lay quietly for a moment, listening to the steady rhythm of Roman's breathing beside me.
He was still asleep.
Seeing him like this always surprised me. The cold billionaire the business world feared looked completely different when he slept. His face was relaxed, and the constant tension he carried every day had disappeared.
I smiled to myself.
Maybe this was the version of Roman very few people ever got to see.
As if he sensed me watching him, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Good morning," he said, his voice still rough from sleep.
"Good morning."
He reached for my hand without saying another word.
"I was hoping you'd still
