To say Roman was in love would be an understatement. You were near enough the only thought that passed through his mind these days, you'd completely taken over his psyche. Only issue— you had no clue. No one could understand how oblivious you were to his infatuation. Even when Letha told you point blank that Roman had feelings for you, you brushed it off, genuinely assuming she was joking. Even Peter was getting frustrated with the whole thing, ready to shake you until you understood.

Roman adored you. It was so out of character, his niceties were usually reserved for Shelley and Letha only. But you? God, he'd walk through fire for you with a smile on his face. He'd find himself waiting for you after school, just to drive you home. Carrying your bags without asking, bringing you your favourite drink in the morning before class. Roman would always shake himself out of it after you'd left his sight, left wondering what the hell he was doing. How could someone affect him this greatly? It was driving him crazy, you were driving him insane.

He just wanted you to understand, to let him show you his love. Even to just acknowledge how he felt, without brushing off his affections or as you usually did, excuse his behaviour as him being friendly. Roman wasn't friendly to anyone he didn't have to be. And he definitely didn't do half the things he did for you for his other friends.

Sat together in Roman's convertible, the seats reclined, the roof down as the stars twinkle above your head. He'd brought you to his favourite spot in Hemlock Grove, where you could see the whole town. The only place where he felt peace, where Roman knew there were no expectations, no one to bother him. A soft smile on his face as he listened to you attempt to tell him about the stars.

"You know I adore you, don't you?" Roman interrupts, his fingers moving to gently push your hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheek. His gaze soft as his head leans back against the seat. "I'd do anything for you, anything you asked of me."