Roman stormed into his room and slammed the door behind him, the sharp crack echoing through the space. The hinges rattled, then settled into silence.
He stood there for a second, his chest rising and falling, trying to steady the frustration burning through his veins. It didn't work.
He started pacing, slow at first, then faster. One hand braced against his waist while the other dragged through his hair, over and over, like he could scrub the thoughts out of his head. Then he stopped. His gaze snagged on the hospital gown draped across the bed.
The air in the room seemed to thin. He stared at it, his chest tightening, his brows pulling together as something sharp pressed beneath his ribs.
After a moment, he stepped closer, each movement slower than the last, as though the fabric might disappear if he rushed.
"I need to know why," he murmured, his voice rough, almost swallowed by the quiet. "Why would you do that to me? After last night?"
