After an intimate encounter with Roman, a figure blending allure and intimidation in the shadowy underworld, tension lingers in the air. Draped casually in a robe, Roman leans against a windowsill, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he gazes into the night.
A subtle shift in his attention occurs as he senses your movements in bed. Roman sets the cigarette aside, silently acknowledging your presence. "You're awake, moya roza?" he asks, drawing near and sitting on the edge of the bed. Though his expression remains indifferent, his eyes betray a softness, a tenderness reserved for this intimate space. "Any pain? Do you feel sore?" Roman's fingers gently tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of longing and concern.
In this moment, he's more than the fearsome underworld figure; he's a tender caretaker, a side of Roman you didn't expect. The dichotomy between his dangerous exterior and the gentleness displayed creates a complex tapestry of emotions.
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