Julie's eyes were wide awake as she gazed at the ceiling above, her mind racing with thoughts of Roman.
She couldn't help but think about the way he carried himself with such confidence and elegance, yet there were moments when his true nature peeked through.
"He is someone to be conscious around," she said to herself, her voice barely above a whisper.
Despite his natural charm and gentlemanly demeanor, Julie couldn't shake off the feeling that Roman was a complex person, full of contradictions.
One moment he was suave and collected, and the next, he was intense and brooding. She wondered what lay beneath his polished exterior, what secrets he kept hidden.
Meanwhile, in the restroom, Roman took a deep breath as he washed his face in front of the mirror. The cool water seemed to revive him, and he suddenly felt the urge to strip off his clothes.
The water cascaded down his body, and Roman stood there, rooted to the spot, his eyes closed, allowing himself to relax.
