Julie sat near the tall window, the pale morning light spilling softly across her face.
Her fingers twisted nervously at the hem of her dress as she watched Roman adjust the cuff of his sleeve.
The dark blue suit clung perfectly to his broad frame, sharp and commanding, yet there was nothing intimidating about him when he turned to her, only warmth, only love.
"Love," Julie called softly.
Roman paused. At the sound of her voice, he turned fully, his expression instantly gentle, as though the world outside that room no longer mattered.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low and calm, eyes fixed on her.
Julie swallowed.
Her lashes fluttered as she looked up at him, sadness pooling unmistakably in her eyes. "Must you leave?" she asked quietly.
Roman's brows drew together slightly.
"Even though I know it's serious… I really don't want you to go," she added, her voice growing smaller, fragile, like glass that might crack if touched too hard.
