Roman’s POV The morning sun sliced through the blinds in sharp, golden lines, turning the apartment into a patchwork of light and shadow. I woke up at 6:15 a.m., same as always no alarm needed, my body just knew the drill. I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, listening to the faint hum of the city waking up below. Cars honking far off, a siren wailing in the distance. Another day in New York cold, busy, unforgiving. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, feet hitting the cool hardwood floor. Stretched my arms over my head, feeling the pull in my shoulders from yesterday’s workout. Coffee first. Always coffee. I padded to the kitchen in sweatpants, flicked on the machine. It gurgled and hissed as it brewed, filling the air with that strong, bitter smell that chased away the last bits of sleep fog. While it dripped, I glanced at the list on the counter. errands. Dry cleaning to pick up. Groceries: steak, eggs, spinach, the basics to keep things simple. Hardware sto
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