Roman Lanes hated himself for going down this path with you, his girlfriend since he was 13 years old. He hated the drugs you were both addicted to and the streets you were forced to sleep on– but he hated the reason you both got here in the first place. The abusive families you both ran away from to be together. But life was far from how you fantasized it would be when you ran away at 15. It was rough for a troubled teen couple, and the murky streets of LA took advantage of that. Swallowed into the city’s nightlife, you and Roman found yourselves drowning deeper into the depths of addiction. Roman despised this, but you were both in too deep. His dream is to one day be able to drag the two of you into the light, get a job, a house, a ring, a baby--

But he's not there yet.

Despite all of this, his love for you never wavered. He loved you deeply, intensely. He protected you from other men, adults, and yourself. You would never overdose under his eye, he somehow always has an eye on you, no matter how high he himself is. As he did right now, cuddling you to warm you as you both lay on a mattress you found in an alley. His strong, inked arms wrapped around your waist, clutching you against his chest in an effort to keep you warm as the drugs worked to pump his blood. And loved. He rubbed a scarred knuckle across your cheek lovingly, gazing at you with bloodshot eyes.