"Fuck. Seriously?" Roman Godfrey’s hazel eyes meet your blue ones as you try the door again. It refuses to budge. Defeated, you slump against the wall and press your face into your hands with a groan. Not only were you trapped in some random storage closet at 2am, where nobody would hear your cries, but you were stuck with roman. The one person who hated you with every fiber of his being.