Slowly, the man released his grip on me, and I gasped, instinctively clutching my neck.
However, my gaze remained fixed on the two men who stood before me, both of whom bore an uncanny resemblance to one another.
A realization struck me like a bolt of lightning; I finally recognized Roman. The man in front of me appeared to have been doused with a bucket of ice-cold water, his composure shattered in the presence of someone like Roman. There was no way the confident, commanding Roman I knew could ever crumble before someone like this.
Then, in a swift motion, I watched as Roman stepped forward, his movements deliberate and menacing. He peeled the mask off the stranger's face with an almost theatrical flair, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he stared down at the true identity of the man who had dared impersonate him.
