"I feel blessed just by your mere presence beside me," Roman said quietly, his voice deep and warm as he settled into the sofa next to Julie.
The glow of the soft lamp overhead bathed them in golden light, casting a peaceful stillness across the living room.
Julie turned her head slightly, studying his profile.
There was a softness in his eyes, a gentleness she hadn't expected to find in someone so feared, so powerful.
"And I feel… different," she said, letting her voice trail off deliberately, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
Roman's brows lifted slightly, and he angled his head to meet her gaze, intrigued.
A calm smile curved on his lips, but his attention sharpened.
"How different?" he asked, tone patient, his voice like velvet brushed against her skin.
Julie tilted her head, her lips curling as she drew out her response with theatrical flair. "Hmm… I feel…"
She let the silence stretch.
