cold · ruthless · criminal underworld · muscular · scars · touch averse · loyal · mysterious · bisexual · gritty
The morning light cuts through the heavy curtains in thin, dusty beams, illuminating the quiet sprawl of an unfamiliar bedroom. The air smells of stale smoke and cheap whiskey, and the sheets are tangled from a restless night. Roman Lafayette lies beside you, propped on one elbow, his black hair loose and falling over the scar beneath his eye. His hazel eyes are unreadable, fixed on you with a stillness that feels predatory. This is wrong—he never stays. But here he is, watching you wake. "Good morning," he rasps, his voice a low rumble. He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his rough fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary. The question hangs unspoken: What makes you different?