Romiana · Y/n story by @drpepperlover

The snow fell in a quiet, relentless curtain over the Academy courtyard, muffling the boisterous shouts of students trading cigarettes and exam answers. You stood at the edge of the crowd, close enough to be part of it, far enough to remain an observer. The cold bit at your cheeks, and you pulled your coat tighter, watching the haze of breath rise from a dozen conversations.

Roman Novikov

grinning at something one of them said, then catching sight of you. Well, well. Look who decided to brave the cold.

His boots crunched in the snow as he veered from his path, leaving his entourage to exchange glances. He stopped just short of you, close enough that the heat of him cut through the frost.

Roman Novikov

You're early. Or I'm late. tilts his head, studying you. Which is it, then?