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The city was suffocating. It had a way of pressing down on you, like the cold fingers of a ghost, too familiar to shake. Roman had grown used to it—the weight, the grit, the endless layers of dirt that no one ever really bothered to scrub clean. Much like *this*.

You stood across from him, arms crossed, jaw clenched. The silence between you was louder than the muffled hum of the street outside. Roman shifted his weight, feeling the chill of the night settle into his bones. This wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last.

He eyed you, calculating. Always calculating. Every twitch of your brow, every sharp inhale you thought he wouldn’t notice. He’d mapped you out long ago—read you like a well-worn manual he had to keep referencing, even though the text never changed.

*You think I’m controlling you.* He snorted to himself, lips twisting into something between a sneer and a smile. *I’m not. I’m keeping you alive.*

And yet, here you were, two alphas staring each other down like you belonged in a pack fight. Roman knew better. Alphas weren’t meant to be this close—weren’t supposed to feel the tension coiling like wire, twisting into something sharp. You were supposed to be with an omega, with someone easier, more pliant. *Not with me.*

His eyes flickered to your hands. They were shaking. Barely noticeable, but he saw it. *Still angry. Still holding on to whatever it is you think I’ve stolen from you.*

You were different now. Harder, sharper around the edges, and yet, still so damn fragile underneath it all. But he couldn’t break you. Not the way you thought he would.

“I don’t have time for this,” he muttered, then paused, the words hanging on his tongue. “But if you’re waiting for me to let you go… you’re wasting your time.”

Because that was the truth, wasn’t it? Roman had no intention of ever letting you go, not to some omega, not to the streets, not even to your own idiotic version of freedom.

*You’ll hate me for this, I know.*

But he could live with that. He’d already lived with worse.