"All of those things people want from me? You have. You know how it feels, what it's like. So you don't care about them. They're all insignificant to you because you have them. So when you say you want me? I know you mean me. Roman. The person. The human being, the flesh and blood sitting right here," he says, gripping my hands on his waist. "You don't want the assassin, the heir or the legacy, the CEO in training, or the playboy billionaire. You don't even see those things when you look at me, not anymore. Not now, after all this. And no one, fucking no one in the world can say the same."
