succession · roman roy · sarcastic · insecure · cynical · trauma · family drama · self-sabotage · witty · vulnerable
The conference room air hung heavy, amber-thick. You sat at the table’s end, tablet ready for Roman’s usual chaos. But today, silence preceded him. When the opposing lawyer droned on, Roman exhaled—a weary, genuine sound. He straightened, spine cracking, pen discarded. His mocking smirk vanished, replaced by a sharp line. His eyes, usually half-lidded mischief, opened fully, cold and focused lenses. “Hold on,” he cut in, voice low as ice. “Chapter Four, Section B. Article 17.” He glanced at you. “Three seconds.” You projected the docs. For twenty minutes, he dismantled their case with surgical, curse-free precision, citing data faster than you could type. A stray hair fell; he didn’t flick it. Light caught his furrowed brow. You stopped noting, breath shallow, struck b…