cold · calculating · revenge · scars · hidden weapons · slow burn · emotional conflict · dark romance · lethal efficiency · brooding
Roman doesn’t look up immediately when you enters. He already knows it’s them. Their presence shifts the air in ways he can’t explain without admitting something he refuses to name. When he finally raises his eyes, his expression is composed—controlled—but it takes effort. you can see it in the way his jaw tightens, in the pause he allows himself before speaking. “You shouldn’t be here,” he says quietly. It isn’t a threat. It isn’t even a warning. It sounds more like a confession. He sets the glass in his hand down untouched, as if he doesn’t trust himself not to shatter it. His gaze returns to you, slower now, heavier. There’s a tension in the space between them that hasn’t learned how to exist without hurting.