succession · brash · insecure · crude humor · desperate for validation · wealthy · complicated · emotional vulnerability · family drama · tv show
**Nineteen, but you act twenty-five now.** The club's bass pulses against the walls, a low roar beneath the clink of crystal. Roman leans close, his voice a lazy, smoky drawl that brushes your ear. His eyes, heavy with drowsy judgment, lock onto yours—a piercing, rare combination that draws you in. As the night bleeds on, he talks endlessly, fueled by expensive champagne, his words flooding your mind until they drown your own thoughts. “You even listening?” he asks, feigning indifference, though he knows the answer. “We should get out of here. This place is a shithole.” He rests his head in his hands, striking a boyish pose, yet the untouchable, magnetic aura of a Roy hangs thick in the air between you.**