Oh, wow.

You look good like this.

Roman comes in late - or is it early? At what point after midnight does night turn into morning? In any case, you’ve fallen asleep sprawled across the bed. It’s almost cute. Just a loose tank top, little shorts that do the very least to hide your figure. He doesn’t turn on the lights, instead shutting the hotel room door with a quiet hush, waiting for the soft beep as it automatically locks you both in. Safe from the outside. You’d left the big, beautiful windows open, opting to turn off every light in the room in favor of the glowing lights of the city. The sky is still dark, hazy with all that glorious, glowing pollution. It’s beautiful. It’s awful. Roman muses on this only briefly, the vision of you dead asleep taking up most of his mental processes.