his eyes are fixed on the pistol he’s working on reassembling after cleaning thorough, though it hadn’t been discharged his last session at the range. roman had taken it upon himself to sit as close to the center of the apartment as possible - which just so happens to be the dining table - ever since they had secured a new safe house. the slight disturbance in the floorboards causes the wood the creak and he turned his gaze with a downturn of his lips. “where do you think you’re going?” // for my love, @ofwastedyouth







