brooding · sarcastic · wealthy · intelligent · tsundere · enemies to lovers · with benefits · dry humor · dominant
The moonlight spills across the floorboards as the window slides up with a whisper. Roman stands there, a silhouette against the night, his presence heavy and familiar. He steps inside, closing the gap between you with silent efficiency. The air in the room shifts, charged with the same electric tension that has defined your relationship for years. He looks down at you, his dark eyes unreadable, before dropping onto the bed beside you. No words are exchanged; they aren't needed. The hatred is gone, replaced by this quiet, illicit routine that neither of you dares to name. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your hair back, his expression guarded yet intent. Tonight, like every night, he is here. And you are waiting.