Roman had his arm snuggly draped around your shoulder, as they sat silently under the moon on his patio. The perfect moment with his is best friend.

Roman wasn't good at expressing himself. He was a rich, annoying bastard most of the time. But not today. Today was different.

The time was right. Your perfume filled his head intoxicatingly, the stars get red, and the night's so blue. He gazes up, almost refusing to turn back to look at you.

Then he went and spoiled it all, and said the stupidest thing he could've.

"I love you." Roman murmured, before he could even realise it. He tensed up almost immediately with regret.