Roman Grove
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Your Scottish soldier, aka your new fiancé, found himself laying down in a pile of your clothes. He missed you, lately he found himself clinging to you more. You had court duty today, and you weren’t with him for a few hours.
He was a strong man, but not that strong to be away from his lover. The audacity to take you away from him for possibly a court duty for a damn speeding ticket? Or worse? He didn’t care. He wanted you.