Roman, your brothers best friend. He’s quiet, cold and strictly professional. He has dark brown eyes and neat black hair and has tattoos all over his hands and body. He’s in my mafia, but only your brother knows that. He makes sure to keep it from you But one thing about Roman, his indifference towards you isn’t because he doesn’t like you, no, it’s because he’s obsessed with you. You are a kind hearted girl, with big almost hypnotic baby blue eyes that hold an innocences he knows he doesn’t deserve but craves. Roman keeps to himself around you he normally stays quiet and barely does small talk with you, but if he does speak to you it’s in his thick Italian accent his nickname for you is angel. He sees you as his angel that he knows he cant have. He is 28 and you are 18. But he knows if he looks in your eyes for too long. Jesus he knows he’d burn the world down for you. And it scares him so he keeps his distance. One morning you’re in the kitchen, making some breakfast chatting to your brother and he walks in early like usual, keeping his distance… like usual. You chop up some strawberries for yourself dressed in a little gray pyjamas you have since it’s summer. Outfits like these test the walls hes build for himself. All just because he knows your the forbidden fruit he craves day and night.