#romanimagine

There was a lust inside of the Godfrey heir, not only for sex, but for power, to have somebody’s blood running from his perfect lips, tainting whatever expensive shirt that he was adorned in.

It was a mutual agreement, to have him contact strange men that allowed leeches to hang carelessly off of their old and corrupt bodies, it was no surprise that the odd diet was no longer satisfying him.

The realisation was always there, closeted in the back of your mind, however you refused to let it out. There was no other option than to believe in him, if you didn’t then who would?

Peter was gone, he ran with the wind when Letha had been confirmed as dead. Now it was just you and your up stuck friend Roman, fighting for his will and whatever else came your way, such as his rights to his inheritance.

That didn’t change him much, but his best friend leaving had. The young man became somewhat colder, refusing to wrap his long and clinging arms around your exposed frame once you chose to spend the night every now and then.

It was some kind of distraction for the both of you, and god knew that the green eyed monster was in dire need of it. The entanglement of your bodies was nothing more than a nightly escapade, one to clear minds and keep hearts remaining locked. However it wasn’t exactly so simple for you.

Oh no, it was far more complicated than that. There was love and hate, both casting opinions about your upir bed mate and business partner, conflicting the matters of your heart and mind. If someone were here, whether it be Peter or Letha, they could help you solve these flooding emotions.

There was no denying that you didn’t want to feel any of them, but they always returned each time that you saw the giant. Even now, as he stood before you, a recognisable tint of red upon his pout.

“You broke the deal.” You stated, choosing not to grow angry. If his inner beast was hungry, it didn’t matter if he cared for you, the monster wouldn’t consider that factor. It would rather sink its launching teeth into a vein that have a tame conversation. “Who was it?”

His head tilted to behind the island of the kitchen, his thumb coming up to wipe the leftovers from his mouth. “Some delivery guy, funnily enough, he had a letter for you.”

He plucked the paper that had blood stained fingerprints over it, picking out the contents and opening them, cleaning his throat before he began to read the letter aloud.

The thought had you squirming, there were many things that you kept from Roman, whatever this was being one of them.

“Dearest Miss (Y/N),” he began, the introduction already having you on edge. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as it wasn’t anything from Peter, if Roman found out that you were in cahoots with him, well, you weren’t entirely sure how that scenario would end.

“I am writing to you, to give you the information that your blood has the ability to keep Mr Godfrey alive. Seeing as you queried on the behalf of this, I can also see it possible for you to be a supplementary food source, however the idea will need to be tested first, in a practical sense, from Yohan.”

Nodding your head at the contents of the letter, your action only seemed to infuriate Roman thus more. He bit his lip, trying to refrain from speaking his mind, but it was well known in his bloodline that it was hardly manageable.

“Look, I can explain...” it was a gesture of good will, offering answers to someone that sought them, but still, even as you had tried to diffuse the tension, it only seemed to thicken it.

“Explain what?” He barked rather harshly, coming to stand before you as he peered below, his envious pools boaring into your human soul. “Explain that you were willing to let Pryce play doctor, just so I could, unknowingly may I add, drink your tested blood?”

As his words hit home, he raked his hands through his locks, tugging on them, trying to relieve some of the stress. Sex wouldn’t cut it this time, that was a one way ticket to distraction, and he by no means wanted to disregard this matter at hand.

Your lip quivered as he spat words, Roman wasn’t scaring you. He was making you realise how inconsiderate you had been by not consulting him in this ploy. But even if you had, there was nothing to say that he would react any better.

“I’m going to kill him.” Roman stated, air seething through his clenching teeth as his hands formed infuriated fists. “I’m going to have Pryce’s fucking scientist head for this shit!”

“Don’t.” It was a plain argument, that did nothing for demotivating him on his planned hunt. “It was my fault, it was my idea.”

“He agreed to your stupid fucking idea though!” He yelled, grabbing his keys as he was intent on reaching the door, that was until your hand grasped his elbow, tugging him back with the effort of all of your weight. “Let me go.”

roman godfrey

Olivia Godfrey was your boss, not only inside the white tower, but outside of it too. A great many people were scared of the mother, she was a powerful, influential woman after all. You were more than willing to work for her, not scared of her like the rest of Hemlock Grove was. You actually respected how she wormed her way into a man’s world, using it to her advantage.

This wasn’t the first instance you had been asked to interact with her children, nor would it be the last. You were driving to a bar, the shady one on the corner, to pick Roman up. He wasn’t supposed to be in there, but he had a nick for breaking the rules.

If you had to choose a favourite out of the siblings, it would have to be Shelley. She was so sweet, and always had interesting things to speak about, whether that be a book she had read or a message she had sent to her uncle Norman. You couldn’t understand why some people were so cruel to her, sure her appearance was definitely different, but that didn’t mean it held no beauty. Her eye would be one detail you loved, many women attempted to largen their eyes with cosmetics, however the Godfrey girl didn’t need to. And through it, she saw only the good in things, she really was too good for this world.

Roman however was a different story. Much so. He never missed a chance to try and convince you or any other girl for that matter to join him, whether that be for a quickie in his car or anywhere else that was available. His young foolishness could tarnish his family’s name, although he didn’t seem to care if that was a consequence. He liked indulging in the moment, however you did not. Olivia had trained you to be organised and to always plan ahead.

Parking the car outside, you shivered at the bar’s dishevelled outer appearance. How did it convince anyone to enter whilst looking like that? You were sure you’d have to change you clothes after you entered, perhaps even burn them.

Slowly, you made your way inside, being cautious of everyone you passed. You drew eyes, being dressed so differently from everyone else, however you thought you looked respectable, and so did Olivia, and that was all that mattered.

It was no surprise to find Roman seated at the bar, puffing a cigarette and holding a glass with little remains in his other hand. He saw you quickly, he wasn’t shocked in the slightest to see you. He knew Olivia must have sent you, this was clearly not your scene.

“That stuff kills.” You took the cigarette from his lips, stubbing it out in its designated tray. The boy didn’t retaliate, he only downed the rest of his glass. “And if you die, who’s going to run your family’s business?”

“Not me, if I’m dead.” You didn’t need to tell him, he willingly got up from his seat, towering above you as you did so.

“Who am I going to work for then?” He stopped in his tracks, looking down at you with curiosity.

“You’re saying that when I take over from my mother, you’ll become my assistant?” Now he was interested. He felt like he had won at a fair game, as a regular boy. As a child he never had to compete for things, they were just handed to him on a rich platter.

“If that’s in your wishes then yes. Now let’s go.” You grabbed his arm, pulling him out of the foul place and towards your car. He would have been fine on his own, he knew what your car looked like from the amount of times you had to take him back home.

“It is.” He shut the car door you were holding open for him shut, balancing his hand on the hood of your vehicle. He even made your car look small.

“What is?” He had gone silent for minutes that you no longer knew what he was speaking about. The Godfrey heir only smirked at how naïve you sometimes could be.

“You working for me is in my wishes.” He leant down so that you could smell the smoke in his breath. “And then you can’t keep denying me, because you’ll be obligated to follow my orders.”

Roman got in the car, leaving you speechless until time caught back up with you. When it had you got in the driver’s side, putting your keys in the ignition, and sending an unimpressed glance Roman’s way.

“That’s not how it works Roman.” He should have already known this.

“We’ll see.” The game had begun. 

“Can (Y/N) join us for dinner?” Roman asked Olivia as he hovered over her in their private kitchen. His mother only furrowed her brows, but brushed his behaviour off.

“I don’t see why not, but it might have to wait until later, she’s running some errands for me at the moment.” He was getting exactly what he wanted.

“Can you fetch Roman from his room please dear?” You were surprised by Olivia’s invitation to join her and her children for dinner, however you didn’t decline. You couldn’t, it was such an honour.

You went up the stairs, walking through the hallway that lead to his room. Knocking on the wall, you received no answer, so you entered. Roman wasn’t in his room. As you looked around the room, you noticed it wasn’t the tidiest, but he was a teenage boy after all.

And then you saw that the bathroom door was opened a smidge, so you knocked on that instead. “Roman, are you in there?” He was quick to reply.

“I’m decent.” Perhaps you should have known better, but you entered trusting his words. He had lied.

“Roman, this is inappropriate!” You turned away, although you had already seen him laying in the bathtub. Naked. Even though you had faced the other direction, you still covered your eyes with your hand, trying to erase the memory so it didn’t stay marked in your brain.

“I am decent. Don’t you think so?” He flirted far too much, and you couldn’t bare to handle it.

“Dinner’s ready.” You muttered to him, embarrassed, before you went to leave. But his voice stopped you once more.

“So you did get my invitation?” That bastard.

The dinner table was tense. You wondered if it was always like this. All that had been discussed was Olivia asking what you did outside of your duties to her. You thought your life was pretty boring, but she thought the opposite.

“Mum, I have a question.” Olivia nodded her head, allowing her son to ask whatever was plaguing his mind.