"Good morning, love," Roman said softly, bending down and brushing his lips against her forehead.
His voice was low and warm, like sunlight through thick curtains.
"Ehm," Julie stirred under the sheets, her voice groggy, still wrapped in sleep.
Her lashes fluttered, and slowly, her eyes opened to meet his.
"Good morning," she murmured, a sleepy smile blooming on her lips.
Roman's own lips curled upward gently in response, his gaze lingering on her face longer than necessary.
He had woken up earlier, dressed in a black athletic tracksuit that outlined his tall figure, hair brushed and slick, yet slightly disheveled by his own hand as he ran it through while thinking.
He looked sharper than usual, as though he'd already dealt with something serious.
"You're well-dressed. Is there something urgent?" Julie asked, propping herself on her elbow, her eyes blinking fully awake now. She sounded genuinely curious.
