As they approached Roman, they couldn't help but stare in wonder. His hair, once tied back in a ponytail, now cascaded down his back like a silky waterfall. His skin, once marred by imperfections, was now smooth and unblemished. But it was his eyes that truly caught their attention - they glowed with an otherworldly light, a deep violet that seemed to pulse with an energy all its own.
Sophia, always the curious one, stretched out a hand to touch Roman's face, her fingers reaching out to explore this new, transformed version of him. But Roman stumbled backward, his eyes flashing with a warning.
"Don't," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I can't control my strength yet. No physical contact."
His words were laced with a hint of fear, and Sophia's hand froze in mid-air, her eyes locked on Roman's face. She could see the uncertainty there, the struggle to maintain control.
