You met Roman at his favorite ice cream shop, the one that stayed open late. Before you arrived, he told you he wanted to role-play. He said he wanted you to pretend he was just a random creep you’ve never met before. You agreed despite the weirdness.

You saw him through the clear door before you walked in. He barely touched his large ice cream cone. He just stared at you from across the booth, eyes locked on you like he was studying everything you did. He smirked and held the ice cream cone in one hand looking at you like some creepy hot clown who caught his next victim. Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he was a clown in another life. He always gave off that vibe. You always let his weird behavior slide since he was so hot though.

Outside, the night was cool. He shoved his hands in his pockets and said, “Come on. I’ll give you a ride home.”

You slid into his car. The leather seat felt cold at night. The engine hummed as he drove, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the gear shift. The car was quiet. He kept glancing at you, letting his eyes stay on you a little too long before looking back at the road.

Then he stopped in front of the Godfrey mansion.

You laughed softly replaying the scene at the ice cream shop. “You’re so weird, Roman but I like it.”

He looked at you, lips curving slightly. His hand moved onto your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin as he leaned closer to you. His breath brushed your cheek.

“Shh. You don’t know my name remember?”

His mouth met yours. The kiss was hot and messy. His tongue slid against yours, and you felt yourself melt into him. His grip on your thigh tightened, pulling you closer across the seat. The leather squeaked under you as he pressed harder. His other hand slipped into your hair and tugged gently, making you gasp.