➥ closed for @slutshameds
" you shouldn't be here. "
and yet... roman wasn't going to make her leave. in all the ways he didn't fit in this world of glamor, glitz, mayhem, and lies... she did. marijuana smoke swirling around her, the waft of perfume he'd come to recognize well enough that shivers flew up his spine at her mere presence... roman had flirted with fire before. flames had nothing on her.
his long, yearning gaze finally dropped. she really shouldn't be there- not when she looked as flawless as she did, her eyes like gemstones in the neon lighting. it took all his power not to drag his eyes back to gaze upon her- but roman resisted, licking his finger && then his lips as he restarted the count. there was pills, baggies, and packs sorted neatly around him, the private room reserved at the back of the mansion where an elitist party of under lords && bosses was taking place throughout. this was where roman found himself, separate from the drama of it all, still too new to be trusted by showing his face in front of all the figures of power in the city. " it doesn't look good if the host's prettiest daughter isn't front && center to greet the guests. you don't wanna be caught back here, not with me. "