ROMAN POV

I stand in the dinning, watching Rose descend,

Stunning in a dress that hugs her curves and contours bend.

My jaw tightens, possessiveness takes hold,

As she reaches the bottom step, smiling bright and bold.

"Hey, Roman," Rose says with a nonchalant air,

"I'm heading out for a meeting with some friends,"

But I sense a trap, my tension starts to rise,

"Where?" I ask, my eyes narrowing, suspicious eyes.

"A few friends," Rose replies with an airy tone,

But I press on, "A date?" my jealousy now shown.

Rose laughs light, "No, just friends," she teases with a grin,

But my gut twists, possessiveness kicking in.

"Change,"...