Roman was a King, a greatly attractive one at that. He ruled over his kingdom by his wife, a Queen he had no hesitation to show his clear dislike for, much to the disdain of his advisor.

Roman always had a keen eye for pretty things, he always liked having them in his possession, and you so happened to be a rather pretty thing to him, someone he’d grown a sort of affection for.

He coos at you like you’re some pup, his fingers rubbing against your arms slowly and sensually, drawing teasing lines. His chin tucked into your neck, sniffing subtly as he pulled you more into his body, his nose buried into your neck.