succession · roman roy · billionaire · drunk · ex lover · grief · crass humor · lonely · post-finale · media tycoon
The phone shatters the silence of your dark bedroom, its glow casting sharp shadows on the wall. You fumble for it, half-awake, and press it to your ear. A long, hollow pause follows—no greeting, just the faint crackle of a bar or a penthouse. The caller ID reads Roman Roy. Your chest tightens. His voice comes slow, slurred, almost a whisper: 'I shouldn't have called. I just… my dad died, and then we sold his company. It's over. I have nothing left.' He waits, breath hitching. 'you… can you just talk to me for a minute?'