I shifted my gaze towards him, and to my relief, the dim red glow around us blurred the sharpness of his features. However, I couldn't miss the intensity of his golden eyes—piercing and captivating—as his lips twisted into a playful smirk. His fingers danced gently along the back of my neck, weaving through my hair with a tenderness that rivaled that of a skilled stylist. It felt exquisite and intimate. "Do you prefer soft or rough?" he inquired, his tone teasing.
"Soft... Who doesn't enjoy that?" I replied, warmth blooming in my cheeks under the crimson light, the sounds of coupling voices from the TV screen filling the space with a heady atmosphere.
Roman let out a low chuckle, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Not everyone prefers soft; I can't maintain that for long," he mused, tilting his head to study my reactions with a curious intensity.
"How rough can you get?" I dared to ask.
