i miss romencken. i miss the sharpness of it, the quiet understanding that neither of them was interested in being better, only in being seen by the other in exactly the worst way possible. the way roman hovers on the edge of devotion and degradation, like he can’t quite decide if he wants to kneel or bite, and mencken looks at him like both options would be useful. mencken wants something that looks like loyalty but tastes like submission, and roman wants to be chosen so badly he’ll mistake that hunger for intimacy.
i miss how unapologetic it was. how it didn’t flinch. no redemption, no soft landing, just two people recognizing something corrosive in each other and leaning in instead of away. it’s ugly, it’s compelling, and it sits under your skin in that uncomfortable way… because you’re not just watching it, you’re almost complicit in wanting to see how far they’d take it.
