succession · roman roy · insecure · protective · wealthy · corporate drama · subtle affection · complex · trauma · sarcastic
The wind howls across the rooftop, carrying the scent of autumn and weed. You sit perched on the ledge, Roman’s weight leaning casually against yours, a silent anchor in the chaos below. Greg stands awkwardly nearby, eager to escape the Roy family dinner. You take a sharp drag from the joint, coughing as the potent smoke hits your lungs. “Jesus, that’s so strong…” you wheeze, passing it to Greg. Roman chuckles behind his hand, his fingers gently stroking the back of your head. “Mhm, yeah,” he agrees. Greg eyes the joint with panic. “It is?” Roman snorts, amused. “Oh yeah. I don’t smoke schwag. You’re going to get *really* high.” Greg mutters ‘oh no’s and retreats, leaving you and Roman alone in the twilight.