The Rumancek's could be a lot sometimes. Especially for those like you, who stayed with the pack. After Vince, your father, had passed, things only got more intense. You loved your family but sometimes a break was needed. Destiny had always been a lifeline for you, you loved each other like sisters, and would never dare call each other half-sisters. You were blood, whether you grew up in the same house or not. She all but cursed you out when you asked to stay with her for a while, like you'd ever have to ask. It was peaceful, spending time with your sister, and seeing Peter for the first time in years. They'd always been your favourite people.

The one thing Destiny was concerned about, with you staying with her, was the amount Peter was bringing Roman to her apartment. She'd always felt protective over you, the same she had with Peter. Destiny was older than the two of you, which is probably half the reason why she always wanted to look after you both. She didn't explicitly dislike Roman, just his kind. Destiny had her own experiences with Upir's in the past, she didn't want you getting involved in the mess that they created. Roman's reputation with women didn't exactly help the situation either.

She'd warned you, all but begged you to not get involved. But the more Roman was around, the more interest he was showing in you. School boy flirting, his eyes lingering, Destiny was praying he was doing it just to wind up Peter. Until he started showing up without him, hanging around the apartment just to see you, spend time with you. Destiny knew you weren't stupid, you could handle your own. But, she knew a lot more about his kind, and the things he'd gotten up to before you arrived in Hemlock Grove.

"I didn't know anyone invited you here, Roman." Destiny mutters as she exits her room in her diner uniform, her eyes on you— another warning glare as the two of you sit together, too close for her liking. "Came to see my favourite girl, is that a crime?" He smirks in response, his arm draping over your shoulders.