The next day, Alyzs felt a sense of purpose as they returned to New York. She was ready to tackle the world alongside the Roman and conquer any challenge that came their way. Their love was their armor, and she knew they were unstoppable together.

In the heart of the city, the world's fashion capital, Alyzs and Roman were like forces of nature. He was the hurricane, fierce and unpredictable, tearing through the industry with his bold designs and unyielding drive. She was the tornado, spinning gracefully and precision, leaving a trail of beauty and innovation in her wake. Together, they were a storm that could reshape the landscape of fashion.

Their days were a whirlwind of fabric swatches, sketches, and fittings, punctuated by passionate embraces and whispered words of love. They worked side by side, their creative spirits feeding off each other's energy. Alyzs would present a new design for her collection, her eyes alight with excitement, and Roman would give his feedback, his mind racing with ideas. They were a well-oiled machine, each part moving in perfect harmony to create something truly extraordinary.

Their evenings were spent discussing the wedding, which was to be held in a majestic church in the heart of the city. They pored over fabric samples for Alyzs's dress, Roman's eyes lighting up at the sight of specific fabrics that reminded him of her skin. They talked about the color palette, the flowers, and the music playing as they danced the night away. Every detail was carefully considered, reflecting their love and commitment to each other.

As they lay in bed that night, surrounded by the chaos of their combined worlds, Alyzs looked into Roman's eyes. "I'm ready for whatever comes next," she said, her voice filled with determination. "We're going to conquer the fashion world and raise a beautiful family."

Roman took her hand, his thumb tracing circles on her palm. "We'll do it together," he promised, his voice filled with certainty. And we'll do it our way."

The next few weeks passed in a blur of activity. They juggled their fashion empires and wedding planning with the grace of seasoned acrobats. The tension in the air was palpable, the excitement of their impending nuptials and the pressure of their careers creating an electrifying current that charged every moment.

But amidst the chaos, there were moments of quiet intimacy. Stolen kisses in the studio, whispered confessions of love over early morning coffee, and the gentle touch of hands as they drifted off to sleep. These moments were their anchors, the reminder of what was truly important amidst the storm of their lives.

One evening, as they stood on the balcony of their penthouse, looking out at the glittering cityscape, Alyzs turned to Roman. "I want to thank you," she said softly, " for believing in me and pushing me to be the best version of myself."

Roman wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "You don't need to thank me," he murmured. "You're already everything I could ever want."

The wind picked up, ruffling her hair as she leaned into him. They were a team, ready to face the world and all it had to offer. The hurricane and the tornado were forever entwined, prepared to create a love story that would stand the test of time.

Alyzs pulled away from their embrace, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Roman, we need to get out of here," she said, tugging at his shirt. "I have some juicy gossip you won't believe."

They retreated to the living room, the soft couch a stark contrast to the chaos of the cutting room. Alyzs curled up beside him, her legs tucked under her. "You remember Kahind, right?" she began, her voice teasingly lilt.

Roman raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "How could I forget?" he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "What's going on with him?"

Alyzs leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Well, it seems he's been seeing someone," she said, her eyes alight with gossip. "Someone from the fashion world who's been turning heads lately."

Roman's interest grew, his gaze sharpening. "Who?" he asked, his voice bated.

"Chazmin," Alyzs breathed, her eyes wide with excitement. "They've been spotted together at all the hot spots, looking very... intimate."

Roman couldn't help but laugh, the day's tension dissipating in the face of Alyzs's delight. "Well, I'll be damned," he said, shaking his head. "Kahind and Chazmin, who would've thought?"

Alyzs giggled, her hand playing with the neckline of her robe. "They make quite the power couple, don't you think?" she said, her voice filled with a playfulness that only came out when she was truly relaxed.

Roman leaned back, his arm around her. "They certainly do," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "But I can't say I'm surprised."

The mention of Kahind brought a smile to Alyzs's face. Despite their complicated past, she couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie with the artist. "I hope they're happy," she said, her voice earnest. "He deserves it."

Roman nodded, his gaze softening. "As do we all," he murmured, kissing her forehead. "Now, enough about them. We have our celebrating to do."

He jumped to his feet, the city's energy outside infusing him with excitement. "Get dressed," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "We're going to our favorite Italian spot in Manhattan."

Alyzs raised an eyebrow, the hint of a smile playing on her lips. "What's the occasion?" she asked, guessing his plan.

"I've invited Kahind to join us," Roman said, his voice filled with excitement. "And I told him to bring a date."

Her eyes widened. "What?" she exclaimed, sitting up straight. "But why?"

Roman winked at her. "Because tonight, we tell him about our engagement," he said, his voice filled with pride. "And I want you to wear something... scandalous."

Her heart raced at the thought. Flaunting their love in front of Kahind, showing him they were more than just a couple who could share a bed, was thrilling. Alyzs knew their relationship was built on more than passion; it was a partnership of equals, a bond that would stand the test of time.

They rushed to get ready, Alyzs's mind racing with possibilities. She settled on a crimson dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, the neckline plunging below her navel. She knew Roman would love it, and his eyes on her quickened her pulse.

The hostess led them to a private booth in the back when they arrived at the restaurant. The candles flickered, glowing warmly over the red and white checkered tablecloth. Roman's eyes raked over her, his desire evident in every glance. "You look stunning," he murmured, his hand brushing against her thigh.

Alyzs felt a thrill of excitement as she took her seat. She knew that Kahind would be there soon, and she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when they announced their news. But for now, she was content to bask in the glow of Roman's love, the warmth of their secret shared between them.

When Kahind and his date, the stunning model Chazmin, entered the dimly lit Italian restaurant, the air was thick with anticipation. Alyzs watched as Roman's eyes danced with mischief, knowing he had planned something she had not anticipated. He stood up, pulling out a chair for Chazmin, and offered a firm handshake to Kahind. The tension was palpable, yet a strange sense of camaraderie had grown between them since their collaboration.

The conversation flowed easily, the four swapping stories of the fashion world's latest scandals and triumphs. Alyzs couldn't help but feel a twinge of satisfaction as she saw the way Chazmin looked at Kahind, her eyes filled with adoration. It was clear that he had found someone who appreciated his artistry and understood the complexities of his soul.

As they dug into their pasta, Chazmin's gaze fell on Alyzs's left hand, her eyes widening as they landed on the massive diamond sparkling on her ring finger. "Is that what I think it is?" she gasped, her voice a mix of surprise and envy.

Alyzs felt excited as she raised her hand, the ring catching the flickering candlelight. "It is," she said with a smile, her voice filled with pride. "Roman proposed a few months ago while we were in the Hamptons."

Kahind leaned back in his chair, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Congratulations," he said, raising his glass of wine. "To true love and the art of the avant-garde."

Roman clinked his glass with Kahind's, the sound echoing through the restaurant. "To us," he said, his eyes shining with pride. "To the four of us, pushing boundaries and redefining love."

The air grew heavy with the weight of their shared history, the unspoken understanding that they had all been a part of something special. The photo shoot that had brought them together had been more than just a career boost for Alyzs; it had been a declaration of their love and a testament to their willingness to explore every facet of their desires.

Chazmin's hand "accidentally" brushed against Alyzs's thigh, a knowing smile playing on her lips as she leaned in close. "

You two are going to make such a beautiful couple," she whispered, her breath hot against Alyzs's ear. "I can't wait to see the wedding photos."

Alyzs felt a shiver run down her spine, her eyes flicking to Roman, who was watching the exchange with a raised eyebrow. He knew full well the history between Chazmin and herself, the fiery passion that night at her penthouse. Yet, his gaze had no jealousy, only a hint of amusement.

Kahind cleared his throat, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yes, indeed," he said, his eyes never leaving Alyzs. "It's a shame I wasn't invited to the "party with Shayla and Chazim."

Alyzs felt a flush creep up her neck as she looked at Kahind, knowing full well what he was insinuating. She shot a look at Roman, who met her gaze with a knowing smile. He had always been aware of their past encounters, but this was the first time it had been brought up so blatantly in a social setting.

"Don't worry," Roman said, his voice smooth as silk. "There will be plenty of parties for you to crash in the future."

The conversation continued the tension in the air like a fine mist, hinting at the passion that lay beneath the surface. Chazmin's hand grew bolder, her touches lingering longer, her whispers growing more provocative. Alyzs's breath caught in her throat as she felt a fingertip graze the sensitive skin just above her knee.

Suddenly, she slipped off her heel, her foot stretched out, and landed in Roman's crotch across the table. His eyes snapped to hers, and for a brief second, the entire world stopped. The touch was "innocent," but the look in his eyes told her he knew it was anything but. The air was charged with an electricity that could only come from their shared past, the memories of their most intimate moments flooding back.

Alyzs' cheeks burned, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in closer, her eyes locked on Roman's. She could feel the heat from his body, the pulse of his desire pressing against her foot. She gently rubbed her foot against him without breaking their gaze, a silent message that only he could understand. His hand found her foot and pressed it sensually against his throbbing erection.

The tension grew, a delicious dance of seduction that seemed to have a life of its own. The others were oblivious, lost in their own conversations and laughter. It was as if they were the only two people in the room, their connection a secret language that no one else could speak.

Roman's hand slid up her leg under the table, his fingertips brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed briefly before she opened them to find Kahind watching them, his gaze intense and hungry. He leaned in, his voice low and seductive. "I see you two haven't lost your flair for the dramatic," he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Alyzs knew he was referring to their past and how they used their bodies to create art. But she also knew that their love had grown beyond that into something more profound and complex. She looked at him, her eyes filled with a challenge. "Some flames never die," she murmured, her voice a whisper of defiance.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur of laughter and conversation, the undercurrent of desire a constant thrum beneath the surface. As they said their goodbyes, Alysz knew the night was far from over. She could feel the anticipation building, a storm about to break.

Back at the penthouse, Roman and Alyzs didn't even make it to the bedroom. The moment the door was closed, they were on each other, their mouths colliding in a passionate kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. He picked her up, carrying her to the couch, her legs wrapped around his waist.

The fabric of her dress tore away like paper, revealing her nakedness to his eager eyes. He groaned, his hands roaming her body with a desperation that was both thrilling and terrifying. This was a man who knew what he wanted, and she was more than happy to give it to him.

As they made love, images of their past played in her mind like a movie reel: the photoshoot, the after-party, the models, the passion. But now, it was just the two of them, their love a beacon in the darkness.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the rhythm of their lovemaking echoing the pulse of the city outside. Roman's touch was a brand, a declaration of ownership that she welcomed with every fiber of her being. They were one, their hearts beating as one, their souls intertwined.

When they finally reached the peak, their cries of pleasure melding together, Alyzs knew that this was it. This was the love she had been searching for that would sustain her through the storms of life.