Husband!Roman who secretly loves the way people look confused when they find out you’re married to him.
Husband!Roman who hates how naturally sexy you are, because he knows you’re not even trying, and yet everyone notices — and yeah, it drives him crazy sometimes.
Husband!Roman who gets jealous even when nothing’s happening, overanalyzing every look, every laugh, every interaction — and half the time, it ends in a fight.
Husband!Roman who starts arguments over imaginary scenarios.
Husband!Roman who covers up his insecurity by showing you off like a trophy, even if he’ll never admit that’s what he’s doing.
Husband!Roman who gets triggered by the way your silk blouses dip low enough to hint, not show, or how your tailored pants sit perfectly on your hips; he’ll roll his eyes and call it “predictable,” but the way his jaw tightens gives him away.
Husband!Roman who loves that you never need him for money, power, or status — it forces him to believe you’re with him because you actually want to be.
Husband!Roman who loves when you wear silk, low backs, open necklines — he wants you to be admired, but only as long as everyone knows they can’t have you.
Husband!Roman who still can’t figure out how the hell he ended up with you — and he knows everyone else is wondering the same thing.
Husband!Roman who always notices the small, expensive, intentional choices — the silk straps sliding down your shoulder, the sheer tights beneath your skirt, the faint trace of perfume that lingers on his hands after; he pretends indifference, but his obsession shows in the way he touches you later.
Husband!Roman who thrives on the fact that you get him, that you can keep up with his chaos without trying to fix him.
Husband!Roman who finds your subtlety maddening — you don’t need to be loud to command attention, and that quiet power pulls him in every time.
Husband!Roman who feels both threatened and turned on by how independent you are; it’s infuriating, intoxicating, addictive.
Husband!Roman who watches you at events more than he listens to anyone else — your posture, your subtle expressions, the way you handle conversations like you own the room without even trying.
Husband!Roman who acts like he doesn’t care about your family’s wealth, but deep down, it messes with his head more than he’ll ever admit.
Husband!Roman who loves it when you tease him with sarcasm, especially in public, because it’s thrilling to see someone match his energy — but inside, he’s burning with desire and pride.
Husband!Roman who enjoys when you take control in private — pushing boundaries, making bold moves — because it forces him to surrender in ways he secretly craves.
Husband!Roman who can’t resist small gestures of intimacy: the brush of your hand, a lean close in a crowded room, a whispered joke at the table…
Husband!Roman who loves how you know exactly when to get on your knees, when he’s riding the high of winning a fight against Kendall, closing a deal, or shutting someone down — when his arrogance makes him unbearable and you make it worse on purpose.
Husband!Roman who hates admitting how much he obsesses over you, but he notices every look, every movement, every subtle shift in your energy.
Husband!Roman who turns arguments into tension-laden moments where the air practically sizzles — he’s testing limits, and every sharp word is also an unspoken lure.
Husband!Roman who gets frustrated when you’re confident around others — part jealousy, part awe.
Husband!Roman who sometimes initiates physical closeness in public in ways that seem casual, but are loaded with ownership and desire — a hand on your lower back, a finger tracing your arm.
Husband!Roman who pretends he’s in charge, but you figured out a long time ago that all it takes is one subtle shift — one tilt of your hips, one order whispered low — and he unravels, letting you break him without ever saying that’s what’s happening.
Husband!Roman who thrives on the chaos, on the mess of it — bruises blooming where your legs lock around his waist, teeth against skin.
Husband!Roman who hates vulnerability, but when he’s with you behind closed doors, he lets it leak through — small confessions, touches that linger, and the rare quiet admissions of need.
Husband!Roman who gets obsessive when he imagines other people noticing your appeal and he reacts in ways that are sometimes ridiculous.
Husband!Roman who pretends he’s in control in public, but in private, he’s complete undone by the smallest hints that you could leave him, ignore him, or outsmart him.
Husband!Roman who finds himself more turned on than he wants to admit when you’re pissed at him. The clipped tone, the pointed sarcasm, the way you look at him like you might walk away; it messes with his head in ways he doesn’t want to think about.
Husband!Roman who carries that tension into every fight, every jealous spiral, every mocking joke, because half the time, the sex isn’t about wanting, it’s about winning.
Husband!Roman who loses it completely when your heels into his back while his mouth is on you, grinding against the sheets without realizing he’s doing it.
Husband!Roman who is obsessed with the sounds you make — sharp, uneven, raw — the kind that get stuck in his head long after it’s over.
Husband!Roman who loves to see you on your knees for him when he has his hand in your hair - he has the biggest ego in the world whenever he has you like that.
Husband!Roman who sometimes isolates you in a quiet corner during events just to hold you, kiss you, or whisper something that makes you shiver — but he’ll act casual about it to everyone else.
Husband!Roman knows you could have had someone richer, calmer, easier — and instead, you chose him, and that thought both terrifies and anchors him.
Husband!Roman who lets you have him when he’s spiraling, when the insecurity eats at him.
Husband!Roman who but when his ego’s on fire, when he’s high on himself and untouchable, he’ll take it back — rough hands, sharp grip, pushing until you’re gasping for him.
Husband! Roman who finds himself addicted to the contrast: you destroying him and, in the next instant, choking on his ego.
Husband!Roman who has days where the control flips back and forth so fast it’s dizzying — your dominance feeding his submission, his roughness pulling yours out in return, until neither of you knows who’s undoing who.
A/N: Yes, maybe I'm a little obsessed with him... What? You're the one who married him, don't blame me.
I hope you enjoyed it anyway!
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