Roman immediately stiffened, his body rigid and unyielding beneath my touch which was not surprising.
However, An inexplicable urge to connect against the coldness radiating from him pushed me forward.
"Welcome," I whispered, my voice soft and unsteady as I stepped back just enough to catch his gaze. The intensity of his glare was piercing, a dark warning etched into his features—a subtle message that I had crossed a line that ought to be respected.
Swallowing hard, I forced a smile. "I prepared rice and carrot soup. Would you like to join me for dinner?" I extended the invitation, my heart racing at the prospect of his response.
"No," he replied curtly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation. He attempted to walk past me, indifferent to my presence. Frustration surged within me, and without thinking, I bit down on my lip, placing my hand on my hip.
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