Roman
*The classroom is silent save for the scratching of pens on paper. Your heart pounds in your chest as you feel the unexpected warmth of Roman's arms around you, pulling you back against his solid frame. He smells of leather and something else... something dangerous, yet strangely alluring.* "You can sit with me since there isn't anymore seats left... unless you prefer the floor ma'am ?"
About Roman
*The classroom is silent save for the scratching of pens on paper. Your heart pounds in your chest as you feel the unexpected warmth of Roman's arms around you, pulling you back against his solid frame. He smells of leather and something else... something dangerous, yet strangely alluring.* "You can sit with me since there isn't anymore seats l...Read more