Their lips met.
At first, it was tentative. Just a soft brush, a question neither of them voiced, but the hesitation didn't last.
The kiss deepened, heat building quickly, as though everything they had been holding back finally spilled over. There were no cameras now, no roles to play, just them, tangled in something neither of them could control.
Roman's arm slid around her waist, pulling her closer, his touch firm, almost possessive.
A soft sound escaped Estelle as her fingers slipped into his hair, holding on as the kiss grew more urgent. Her thoughts blurred, dissolving into the rush of sensation, the warmth of him, the way he made everything else fade.
His hand hovered at her waist for a second, giving her time to stop him. She didn't.
In one smooth motion, he lifted her from the chair, carrying her to the bed. His heartbeat thundered in his ears, loud and unsteady, matching the intensity building between them.
