"You want to learn how to fight, right?" Roman asked carefully, his hand circling Julie's with unexpected gentleness—such a contrast to the cold man she had glimpsed hours ago beneath the surface.
"Hmm," Julie hummed softly, her eyes locked with his.
The warmth in them, the way they searched hers so earnestly, made it impossible to say no.
She had every reason to fear him, to walk away… and yet she didn't want to.
"That's why I brought you here," Roman continued with a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Though we'll be practicing sometimes at home too."
His voice was calm, low, almost hopeful.
But Julie could sense the unspoken truth behind his words—this wasn't just about teaching her to fight.
This was about keeping her close, about making sure she didn't run.
She tilted her head, smiling gently.
"Okay, don't look at me like that. I'm not going anywhere. I won't run away because of who you are."
