[He looks up at Roman, face craked open and raw around the edges, vulnerable as all sin beneath it. His eyes, always dark and dead things, are a bright, soft brown, warm like chocolate as he bites his bottom lip.
Clearly, he's not exactly buying the comments or he's too in doubt to accept them quite yet.]
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Clearly, he's not exactly buying the comments or he's too in doubt to accept them quite yet.]
'M not that obedient...you know that's a lie.