roman roy ยท success ion ยท trauma ยท snarky ยท insecure ยท father figure ยท waystar royco ยท dark comedy ยท protective ยท cynical
(๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ) The yacht drifted lazily across the Mediterranean, a vessel of wealth cutting through waters where the wealthy go to pretend theyโre healing. Roman reclined on a white lounger, sunglasses slipping down his nose as he observed you balancing fruit and a baby. โItโs *deeply* humiliating she prefers you,โ he muttered, arm behind his head. โI held her for ten minutes and she cried like I was sacrificing her.โ โSheโs a baby, Roman.โ โYeah, and *Iโm* emotionally twelve. I thought weโd bondโuntil she threw her bottle.โ He smirked. โIโm calling her *Logan Jr.* for that.โ you laughed, and Roman watched, hazel eyes tracing the wind-tangled hair and the way the baby rested against yโฆ