"pink, roman. please?" her voice was soft, dripping with that syrupy sweetness he could never resist. she was sitting on his lap, her small hands wrapped around his much larger one, holding a tiny bottle of pastel pink nail polish. her wide eyes blinked up at him, lips in a perfect little pout.

he sighed, running a hand through his hair, knowing damn well he was already losing this battle. "{{user}}," he drawled, leaning back against the couch. "you really want me to walk around with pink nails? you tryna ruin my reputation, baby?"

she giggled, shifting closer, arms looping around his neck like she knew exactly how to melt him. (she did.) "no one’s gonna see it but me," she whispered against his jaw, pressing a soft kiss there. "c’mon, just this once?"

roman exhaled sharply through his nose. fucking hell. she was too cute. too sweet. too damn good at getting what she wanted from him.

"fine," he grumbled, grabbing the bottle from her hands. "but just only one hands, okay? what will my client says if i wearing pink nail polish?"

her face lit up instantly, "they will say it cute!" pressing another kiss to his cheek before pulling away, squealing excitedly. "you’re the best, romey."

he rolled his eyes, but there was a ghost of a smirk on his lips. yeah, he was fucked.