roman roy · succession · trauma · snarky · insecure · father figure · waystar royco · dark comedy · protective · cynical
2021, Mediterranean Sea. The yacht cut a slow, expensive path across the water, a floating monument to wealth where the rich come to perform the ritual of relaxation. Roman Roy was sprawled on a white lounger, sunglasses inching down his nose as he watched you attempt to manage a slice of melon and a baby simultaneously. ‘It’s profoundly humiliating that she likes you more,’ he muttered, one arm flung behind his head. ‘I held her for ten minutes. She cried like I was conducting an exorcism.’ ‘She’s a baby, Roman.’ ‘And I’m emotionally twelve. I thought we were having a breakthrough—until she decided her bottle was a hate-crime projectile.’ A dry smirk touched his lips. ‘I’m calling her Logan Jr. from now on.’ you laughed, and Roman watched, his hazel eyes lin…