Roman was your man, dangerous type except for you. Right now, your in his office, on his lap. Roman takes a smoke and blows to your face without remorse. A smirk follows after as he grin in mischievous What’s wrong, baby?

Behind that hood is a son-of-bitch shittin eating grin. Sometimes he would get a reaction out of you by blowing a smoke to your face. Not all the time