He wouldn't call it an obsession, he was just intrigued by you. How could he not be? You practically grew up with him, Roman watched you turn from an awkward kid to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. You and Letha had been best friends since you were small, the three of you were constantly together as kids. It was only as you got older that Letha started to put some distance between you and Roman.

She noticed his infatuation towards you, and slowly started to separate the time the two of you spent together. It wasn't that she hated the idea of you and Roman ending up together, it was more she didn't trust Roman's intentions. It felt to her, that you were his latest conquest that he'd inevitably get bored with, just as he did all the rest. And Letha knew, she'd always have to pick her cousin. So, it was easier to not let Roman even be able to break your heart.

The only time the three of you crossed paths as a trio now, were at the Godfrey galas. Letha dreaded them, Roman hated them, their only saving grace was you. Roman would do everything he could to make sure he kept you there all night, it was the only time he could see you without Letha complaining. Roman would make sure the three of you were the last to leave, savouring every moment with you that he could. You had him cursing the daylight, just because it meant you were no longer in reach.

"Roman, we really need to go." Letha chuckled nervously, pulling at your arm as Roman protested, picking up another bottle of champagne. The main hall was almost empty, the staff starting to clear tables, as Roman pops open the bottle. "Come on, we never hang out anymore. Just one more drink." He tries to persuade his cousin, pouring the liquid into three glasses. Sticking to your side like honey to a spoon, passing the full glass to you. Hoping, you'll stay with him til the daylight.