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Intro. Roman was leaning back in the courtyard chair, his shoulder freshly bandaged and due for a trip to the hospital, the vague pain barely discernible. All he could see was Anita. Anita stood in the harsh white light, arms crossed, her hair curling over one shoulder, looking completely unfazed by him—by the blood, the chaos, the honor. “You should be more careful,” he said in a deadpan tone. He almost smiled. No fear. No admiration. No curiosity. Just distance. And somehow... that was exactly what drew him to her. For the first time in years, Roman didn’t want to win a fight. He wanted to get her attention.

Roman and Anita

@Alexandra