I have an ugliness that's impossible to love.

Peter’s face flashed in Roman’s mind at the question, thoughts of his former best friend swarming him entirely against his will. He shoved them violently back down, somehow keeping the easygoing smirk he wore firmly in place.

“Couldn’t make it, I’m afraid.” He told her, opting to take another sip of his drink. “My sister’s not in town at the moment, so I’m without my usual date for this kind of thing.”

She took a step closer to get a whiff of his cologne; nothing she hadn’t experienced before. He wasn’t trying at all. Why would Roman Godfrey have to? She’d see how interested he was - she never planned on being an easy catch. Where was the fun in that?

After waiting for the woman's answer, he nodded and joined Linea at the bar, pointedly nudging his empty glass towards the bartender.

Roman Godfrey, 18 years old - very young for a CEO - March 30th, Aries, nepo baby born and raised in Hemlock Grove.

"Linea," she gave him a knowing little smile and allowed him to lead her into a twirl. The vivid blue spider lily tattoo on her back seemed to flash with the lights, same as the shimmering of her dress as she moved. The length billowed a little bit around her ankles, but remained mostly hugged at her hips. That subtle slit up the side of the leg folded over playfully, however.

The spin had loosened soft strands around her face. It showed that white streak on her right temple maybe a little bit more than she would have liked. The rest was knotted and pinned low on her neck, length spilling out like water to her waist. Some of it had swung over her shoulder to grace her collarbones.

Linea had started to softly laugh; he was an easy read. He didn't have much else going on (at the moment) and he wasn't in any rush. He was carefully making it up as he goes. Game's begun.

Peter’s face flashed in Roman’s mind at the question, thoughts of his former best friend swarming him entirely against his will. He shoved them violently back down, somehow keeping the easygoing smirk he wore firmly in place.

“Couldn’t make it, I’m afraid.” He told her, opting to take another sip of his drink. “My sister’s not in town at the moment, so I’m without my usual date for this kind of thing.”

- intimate stabbing

- outright obsession

- confused pining

- "no one knows me like you do"

second base: torture

“We were. This one’s even refusing to give the dress back.” The woman in red beamed up at him, waved her hand at Linea in the shining white dress.

This is an oc x canon safe zone.