[ in which roman needs to see you again ]

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"What happened the other night might have been the most beautiful thing, at least for me."

His voice softened as he left a voicemail to your phone, gentle and pleading, his call having gone unanswered for the fifth time.

You had been ignoring him ever since you had slept with him for the first time, and the upir was almost sure you were mad at him. It wasn't particularly common for Roman to be sentimental over people, as he wasn't the type for romantics and much-preferred hookups, but you were different. You understood him and he understood you, he could trust you when he trusted very few people. But he had offhandedly said or done something or other, and he assumed that this was the reason for your absence. He just wasn't sure exactly what it was he had done to push you away.

Believe it or not, it pained him not to have you- the one person who showed any care for him beyond superficial or sexual interest- with him. He had only known you for a short time, but in that time Roman realized that he had very much come to depend on you. That you made him happy.