It was a peaceful night in the mansion where Julie and Roman dwelled. The silence was soothing, the kind of quiet that only expensive walls and well-guarded gates could afford.
The soft light inside the house made everything look warm and calm—like nothing in the world could ever go wrong.
"Get changed. We have to go," Roman said, standing near the doorframe, a subtle smile resting on his lips as he looked at Julie.
"To where?" Julie asked, her voice soft, almost teasing. She licked her lips absentmindedly, a habit she didn't even notice—but Roman did.
His smile faded just slightly, his gaze sharpening as he watched her.
"Why do you do that?" he asked, the question escaping him casually—but even he was surprised the words came out. A beat later, he shook his head. "No… it's okay."
He didn't mean to ask, but the question had slipped out too naturally.
Roman wasn't used to questioning his thoughts or his words, but things had changed.
