My eyes widened in shock as I took in the sight before me. Roman stood there, eyebrows arched and a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes, the dim light catching the contours of his face.
The sound of rushing water cascaded around us, creating a surreal barrier that seemed to amplify the tension in the air. As I inhaled deeply, trying to regain my composure, I could feel the weight of his gaze locking onto me, unwavering and intense.
At that moment, I wished for nothing more than for him to disappear; the image he presented was both captivating and terrifying, a potent combination that left my stomach churning.
"I brought a towel for you," he said, his voice smooth and melodic, effortlessly weaving into the misty atmosphere. The sound soothed my frayed nerves only slightly, but I couldn't shake the uncomfortable suspicion that his intentions were more complex than a simple act of kindness.