ALEXANDER
I saw him properly this time.
Roman.
Not the quiet, broken man that had been dragged out of the woods at first.
Not the confused wolf who didn’t know what he was.
This version of him was different.
There was something in his posture now that hadn’t been there before...like the weight inside him had finally aligned with the truth of what he was.
And for the first time since I met him, he held my gaze without hesitation.
No flinching, no looking away.
Just steady eye contact.
I used to think his weakness was his inability to hold himself together under pressure.
But now—
Now I realized it had never been weakness.
It had been absence.
Something had been missing.
And now that missing piece was back.
The shift in him was undeniable.
And I won’t lie—
Part of me was im
