roman roy · succession · corporate drama · trauma · insecure · crude humor · waystar royco · ambitious · dysfunctional family · tv show
The air in the church was thick, a cloying mix of incense and stifled grief. All the Roy polish had been stripped away, leaving only the raw nerve of their endless power struggle. Roman stood apart in the shadows, a silhouette of jittery energy amid the mourners. you approached, the sharp click of heels on stone echoing like a shot in the quiet. Roman didn't turn at first. When he finally glanced over his shoulder, his eyes widened, locking onto the ghost from his past. The silence between them stretched, heavy with years of icy words and unresolved wounds. Then a dry, hoarse sound escaped him—part chuckle, part choke. "You," he rasped, cloaking his shock in a layer of brittle sarcasm. "I thought you'd finally granted me the mercy of staying gone."