EVE
The hallway smelled faintly of roses and polished wood, but all I could notice was him. Roman.
Standing there like nothing had ever changed, like the last few days, the silence, the chaos, hadn't happened at all. My chest tightened, a familiar ache crawling through me, but I tried to steady my breathing.
He stepped closer, and the world seemed to shrink around us. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine like he was trying to memorize me. And then, before I could think or protest, he leaned in, and our lips met.
My chest tightened, heart hammering, and I could feel it in my hands, trembling at my sides. Part of me wanted to shove him away, tell him to back off, to leave. But another part… God, another part wanted to melt right into him and never think again.
"Eve," he
