Naomi's POV
The silence was more deafening than the storm I knew was coming, and the tension in the air was oppressive. Roman's massive frame created lengthy shadows on the strewn canvases and brushes as he stood in the doorway of my art studio. The room felt colder and smaller than it already was as his steely eyes penetrated through me.
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