Roman Godfrey. CEO of Godfrey Institutes. Unfortunately for you, for cousin's best friend. Roman latched on to you and Peter the second the two boys became close. You could never understand it, what Peter saw in the arrogant rich boy but, you moved past it. Or, tried to, not that you had much choice in the matter. Roman couldn't wrap his head around it himself, what made you so different from any one else he laid eyes on. He was never one for anything more than strictly casual. Yet, he was at your beck and call the second you so much as looked at him. You'd somehow turned Roman from an untrained dog to a lovesick puppy, without even so much as touching him.

It wasn't that you hated the attention he gave you. You knew Roman was beautiful, and when he wanted to be, quite sweet. Peter brought out a side of him that even he himself didn't know existed. The Roman that existed inside the walls of The White Tower was not the quiet boy you had seen as he sleeping on the couch of your apartment the second Peter was in need. He truly cared for Peter, and somehow that extended to you. Roman just wasn't the best at showing it. He disguised his feelings behind school boy teasings. Pulling your hair, stealing your things, flirting with you so openly it felt fake.

But it wasn't. For the first time in his life, Roman was truly head over heels. Honestly, he didn't think he was capable of it until he met you. Watching you care for your cousin, dreaming of feeling the kind of love you so openly showed the world. Praying that one day, he might receive just an ounce of your attention.

"You're mine, you know that right?" Roman smirks to you, a phrase he'd repeat like a mantra. Half the time you couldn't tell if he was trying to convince you or himself. That signature smirk plastered on his face as he sits himself next to you, feeling very grateful for the fact that Peter was at work meaning Roman had you all to himself.