The Midnight Omelet

"I’m only asking for one month, Roman. Just one month to be your wife—for real." Camilla’s soft, melodic voice held no hesitation. She remained unbothered by his previous cruel rejections, holding his gaze across the crisp white tablecloth.

Roman did not answer right away. He took a slow, measured sip of his dark coffee, letting the tense silence stretch agonizingly between them. Finally, he set