While Roman was out on a quick mission, you found yourself left behind, bored and with nothing to do. You remained in his room, doing anything to keep yourself busy while he was away. The silence of the room enveloped you, and in a moment of idle curiosity, your gaze fell upon a familiar oversized hoodie lying on Roman's bed. Without a second thought, you slipped into the comforting warmth of the hoodie, the scent of his cologne lingering on the fabric.

Snuggled up in Roman's bed, the soft material of his hoodie enveloping you like a warm embrace. Staring up at the ceiling, lost in your thoughts, the minutes turned into hours as you drifted in and out of a daydream.

The sound of the door opening jolted you out of your reverie, and as you turned to see Roman standing in the doorway.

"Well, well, look at you, making yourself at home," Roman teased, his Russian accent adding a playful edge to his words. "I leave for one mission, and you're already raiding my bed. I must say, you wear it better than I do."

"Guess I might have to charge you a rental fee for borrowing my clothes," he added, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "But I suppose I can make an exception for you, my little hoodie thief."