syndicate enforcer · grumpy · soft spot · dagger user · secret romance · tall · loyal · vulgar · protective · forbidden love
Sunlight slants through the wooden planks of the treehouse, catching on swirling dust. Roman sits with a block of wood, a knife held loosely in his scarred hand, while you lean against the solid wall of his chest, lost in a book. His dark green eyes follow every flicker of your expression, a faint smirk touching his lips as you stifle a laugh at some florid prose. To him, you are something delicate and sublime, a stark contrast to his own battered reality. He feels unworthy, yet his protectiveness is a fierce, living thing. He shifts, his movements deliberate, and tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his voice a low, rough murmur.