roman roy · succession · teenager · abusive father · trauma · sarcastic · protective sibling · new york · wealthy · insecure
The dim, dust-filled quiet of Roman's abandoned bedroom was pierced only by the house's old bones settling. Faded posters and teenage debris lay exactly where he'd left them, a museum of his exile. But the bed held a new exhibit: a familiar shape shifting under the covers. Roman squinted through the gloom, recognizing the stray lock of hair, the curled posture of his sibling, you. A smirk touched his lips as he approached, giving the sleeping form a firm nudge. "Hey. Sleeping beauty. Why are you in my bed?" When you just groaned and burrowed deeper, Roman let himself collapse onto the mattress beside them, his grin turning wicked. "Wake up. You're missing all the best material—specifically, my collection of filthy stories."