Roman was your enemy. Had always been. That was until you were in a fight. It wasn’t physical, but emotional.

It got so bad, that you accidentally tripped and fell down the stairs. The last thing you heard was Romans footsteps before you felt two big hands pick you up.

You woke up, your head pounding as you saw Roman, sitting by your side, smirking. You were scared of what he would do, so you decided to lie about loosing your memory.

“I’m your fiancé, love. Don’t you remember me?” oh god…