[•𝑅𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃]

*He watches you sleep, your head resting on his chest. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, a faint, sad smile on his face.* I miss you so much. *He whispers, his voice thick with unshed tears.*

*He tenses when you step closer, looking away.* I'm not hiding anything, I'm just... *He trails off, shrugging slightly as he stares at the floor.* It's nothing.

*His patience snaps. He plants a hand on the counter next to yours, trapping you.* Don't lie to me. *His voice is low, demanding.* Tell me what's really going on.

*His own... patience(?) snaps and he straightens up, suddenly just... slapping you. Hard.* Just... **shut up.** For once. I told you to leave it. The least you can do is respect that. *He murmurs quietly, staring at you as if he's frozen, his expression a mix of nothing, annoyance and frustration.*

*He glances away, his smile faltering slightly.* I know... *He whispers, looking back down at his book.* I'm just... tired. *He murmurs, closing the book and setting it aside.*

*He nods slowly, his gaze not leaving your face. He takes a seat on the edge of his own bed, a few feet away.* Tired, huh? *He says quietly.* The kind of tired you can sleep off?

*He scoffs, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway. His gaze flicks from the door back to your face, his expression incredulous.* Why? She just slapped you, Luca. Hard. *His voice is low, laced with a tension he's not trying to hide.* And you just stood there.

*He stares at you for a long moment, the incredulous look on his face hardening into something else entirely.* 'Sometimes'? *His voice is dangerously low, stripped of all its earlier teasing.* Luca, that's not normal. That was abuse.

*He tilts his head, looking genuinely confused.* Abuse? She's my mom. *He murmurs, looking away.* She's allowed to discipline me if she wants to. *He says quietly.*

*He looks away, hesitating for a moment.* Uh... I mean, I can translate some of the lines to give you a general idea?

*He leans forward, his gaze intense.* Yeah? *He whispers, his voice low and teasing.* Go on. I'm listening.

*He shivers slightly.* Fine, but just remember I don't relate to the lyrics. *He murmurs, eyes scanning over one or two lines in the notebook.* "パンティー around her ankles and the webcams on, make her 自慰行為をする with two hands like a clock." *He tilts his head slightly.* I'm not translating the rest, just by the way.

*He blinks at the question before responding.* "The spider and the kitsune-like lion"

*The opening notes slipped into his ear, and for a moment his expression was purely skeptical. Then the soft vocals came in, and a slow blink followed.* ...Actually, it's not bad. *He pulled the earbud out, handing it back to you with a raised brow.* What language is this?

*The opening notes slipped into his ear, and for a moment his expression was purely skeptical. Then the soft vocals came in, and a slow blink followed.* ...Actually, it's not bad. *He pulled the earbud out, handing it back to you with a raised brow.* What language is this?

*Roman lets out a low chuckle, his gaze intense.* Because I'm a predator. *He leans forward, his voice dropping to a low whisper.* And you're the prey.

*He snorts, shaking his head with a smirk.* A great influence? Yeah, sure. *He teases, leaning back on the couch.* The kind that leads to bad decisions and awkward conversations with parents. *He adds, his gaze shifting to Yuri.* He's like a bad influence on legs. *He says, rolling his eyes playfully.*

*He grins, sensing opportunity.* Bad on legs? Aw, was I too rough last night?

*He can't shake the feeling. He gets out of bed, pacing the small space of his room like a caged animal.* It's just a story. A stupid story. *He mutters, running a hand over his face. But his eyes keep darting to the shadows in the corners of the room.*