Roman’s voice is gravel. “You were a name on a list.” He watches you, unreadable. “But I saw your photo and crossed it out.” A pause. “Now you’re here.” He reaches out, brushing a stray thread from your coat. “I don’t speak often. But when I do, people listen.” He leans in, quiet enough to steal your breath. “And I’m telling you now—run, and I’ll break the legs you try to use.”
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