#Godfrey the butler

[starleska]

Paul Williams as Jimmy Jordan in Season 6 Episode 3 of Fantasy Island, 'The Perfect Gentleman' 🤘🔥

[romance-sick]

Chapter 9 now posted!!

Got a little drama (and a lot of love) between Roman & Alister in this one 🥰🥰🥰

[mrsniallhoran505]

I don't have a type... I don't have a type... I don't have a type...

[no-side-us]

Letters From Watson Liveblog - Dec. 6

The Blanched Soldier, Part 3 of 3

Godfrey's no good, very bad day; from getting shot, crawling through the freezing cold, only to wind up in a leper's bed of all places.

Leprosy is one of those things I've heard of but have never really learned about. Seems like lepers were treated quite harshly then based on what Godfrey's putting himself through.

What a miracle of a happy ending. I suppose it's nice, though a bit too convenient. Overall, another fine story elevated by the fact that Holmes is the one narrating and Watson's absence is decidedly felt throughout it.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[mariocki]

Disraeli: Dizzy (1.1, ATV, 1978)

"I am an Englishman and a member of the Church of England."

"Yes. But you are still, by birth, a Jew."

"Yes, which I have never denied nor tried to conceal."

"Precisely. Precisely. And that is what Melbourne meant. Even to have been elected to the House of Parliament, without anything else, would have been a triumph. You would not only have been an MP, but you would have been the first Jew ever to have entered the House of Commons. You must not take it to heart because the times and the centuries are against you."

"My only regret, father, is that there might not be another by-election for months, even years."

"You mean to try again, then?"

"Yes again, again, and again, father, and not only for ambition but for pride. I refuse to let myself be beaten."

[liroyalty]

Staff Tags

stevenson falcon {head butler of the royal palace}

wendy travers {camellian maid}

mary cook {head maid of the royal palace}

edward pratt {the mighty blade}

godfrey cross {captain of noire}

troy gardener {knight of noire}

reginaldus earl {knight of noire}

stan galle {admiral of camellia}

trilla striker {knightess of camellia}

chris dogger {squire of camellia}

joyce linen {top artillery knightess of camellia}

[velvetdesir3s]

Study break: Roman Godfrey x Reader

Summary: Reader encounters an unexpected turn of events at the Godfrey Mansion, where plans take an intense twist.

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, substance use, coercive behavior, mature themes and strong language.

Author’s Note: The first part is here. This is the continuation of the story—hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the first! Also, part 3 is now out, so be sure to check it out after this!

It had been a few weeks since you started tutoring Roman Godfrey. Surprisingly, the sessions were going well, better than you had anticipated. Roman, despite being hesitant at first, showed genuine improvement in his studies, and you were beginning to see glimpses of his hidden potential.

As you walked into the Godfrey mansion for another study session, the familiar grandeur greeted you. The high ceilings and opulent décor created an imposing atmosphere, yet it had become strangely comforting over the past weeks. You were let in by the same butler who had greeted you before, Mr. Finch. He was a kind, bald man with a neatly trimmed beard and a warm smile that contrasted with his formal attire. Since you first met him, you noticed that his mood seemed to slightly improve whenever he saw you. He always asked about your day and made sure you were comfortable, his soft-spoken nature and attentive demeanor adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise cold mansion.

You walked into the living room and found Roman sprawled on the ornate couch, his dark hair tousled and eyes half-lidded with indifference. Smoke curled from his cigarette as he watched something on the television. The volume was high, and as you approached, you realized with a shock that it was porn.

You cleared your throat, trying to mask your discomfort. “Roman, what the hell?”

Roman turned his head lazily to look at you, a smirk spreading across his face. “Hey Einstein,” he drawled, not bothering to turn off the TV. “You’re early.”

Einstein. The nickname he gave you a few weeks ago. It all started when he struggled with a tricky calculus problem involving integration by parts and you explained it effortlessly. "Look at you, Einstein. Being a smart ass," was all he replied with a smirk. Despite his best efforts to hide it, you could tell he was impressed.

He would often tease you about your dedication to studying, insisting you needed to lighten up and have some fun. Sometimes, he’d offer you a cigarette or a drink, hoping to get you to loosen up, but you’d always reject it and tell him to concentrate. He’d either roll his eyes, claim it was your loss or call you a prude and indulge in whatever he was offering. Although you didn’t mind the nickname “Einstein,” you thought he could’ve been more original with it.

"I'm not, Roman. It's two o'clock," you said, turning to the TV again and then quickly looking away, repulsed by what was presented. "How can you watch that?"

Roman exhaled a plume of smoke, his green eyes glittering with mischief. “Why not? It’s just another form of entertainment.”

You scoffed, concerned yet slightly amused by his answer. “Fine. Better yet, aren’t you supposed to be watching this kind of thing in your room? Alone?”

He shrugged, taking another drag of his cigarette as he looked back at the TV. “Olivia’s out of town. Figured I’d take advantage of the peace and quiet.”

You stood and stared at him for a few seconds before sighing and slinging your backpack off your shoulders, placing it on the floor. You walked up to him and said, “Scoot over.”

Roman raised an eyebrow, but complied, lifting his long legs and placing them on the floor. When you settled in beside him, he casually put them back on your lap.

You rolled your eyes but didn’t push him away. Glancing at him, you noticed him looking down at you with a smirk, taking a puff of his cigarette. You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks flush slightly, but you quickly brushed off the feeling and refocused on what he was doing.

“Is this what you’re going to do all day? Smoke and watch…” you paused, looking back at the TV in disgust. “Horrible representation on what the female pleasure looks like?”

Roman chuckled, taking another drag from his cigarette before responding. “Hey, it’s just background noise. Not my fault if they get it wrong,” he said with a smirk. “Besides, you’re here now, so maybe you can show me what it’s supposed to be like.”

You rolled your eyes again but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. You grabbed a pillow from behind you and playfully smacked him with it. “You’re impossible, Roman.”

He chuckled softly, tilting his head to the side as he looked at you. “And you love every minute of it.”

Shaking your head with a soft smile planted on your lips, you set the pillow back behind you and reached for the remote to turn off the TV. "We should get to work now," you suggested.

As you took the remote in your hands, Roman sat up and grabbed your wrist with a slight force. His eyes widened slightly when you turned to him abruptly. He cleared his throat, a rare hint of uncertainty in his voice. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just… thought maybe we could take a break today.”

You looked at him, surprised by the sudden vulnerability in his voice. “A break?”

He nodded, his grip on your wrist loosening. “Yeah. And just… hang out.”

You considered his request for a moment, noting the rare glimpse of vulnerability. It almost seemed like he genuinely wanted to spend time with you. You shook off the thought, deciding not to read too much into it. He was probably just looking for an excuse to slack off.

“Alright. We can take a break.”

He let out a breath you hadn’t realized he was holding, his usual confidence returning with a smirk. “Great. So, what do you want to do instead?”

You smiled, settling back into the couch. “How about we start with finding something decent to watch?”

Roman grins widened as he took the remote from your hand. “Alright, but my definition of ‘decent’ might be different from yours.“

Clearly.

He stayed seated on the couch, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers as he scanned through TV channels. The remnants of the explicit film flickered on the screen before he swiftly dismissed it with a flick of the remote.

Leaning back, he exhaled another plume of smoke. Instead of flipping through mainstream channels, he navigated to a streaming service, browsing through a selection of cult classics and indie films. He finally settled on a horror movie, naturally.

As the movie began, you glanced at him, studying his side profile. His sharp nose cast a subtle shadow, while his lips, relaxed and slightly parted, revealed his quiet concentration. The way his eyes reflected the flickering light from the screen added an intriguing depth to his expression. As much as you hated to admit it, you found yourself drawn to him.

You had realized this a few days ago during your usual banter in the kitchen. You were leaning against the counter when Roman moved closer, his tall frame towering over yours. He looked down at you, smiling with his head tilted to the side. In that moment, you felt like the air was sucked from your lungs. When you found yourself hoping he’d kiss you, you knew for sure. It might have been lust or a silly crush, but there was definitely something there.

Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when Roman glanced over at you. “You’ll like this one. It’s not your usual stuff, but it’s definitely worth your time,” he said, returning his attention to the TV. You sighed softly, relieved he hadn’t noticed how intently you were watching him.

“Well, I hope this is better than my usual ‘crap,’ or next time, you won’t be picking the movie,” you replied playfully.

He turned to you with a smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Trust me, it’ll be better.”

You punched his arm playfully, and he feigned hurt with an exaggerated gasp. You laughed a little as the opening scenes started, then settled in to watch the movie. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment at the turn of events; you never imagined you’d be so relaxed in his presence, or even tolerate him as much as you were right now.

But you had to admit, these past few weeks he had completely won you over. While you weren’t entirely wrong about Roman—he could be arrogant and entitled—there were times when he showed a different side. He could be unexpectedly funny and surprisingly kind, in his own way, of course.

Like that one time he randomly showed up with your favorite coffee after an absolutely soul-crushing study session. “Thought you might need this,” he said, handing you the cup with that signature smirk. You were totally floored by his thoughtfulness.

And then there was that evening where he had you laughing until your stomach hurt, spinning this wild tale about a dinner party Olivia hosted that went completely off the rails. His sharp wit and genuine laughter were so disarming, and you couldn’t believe how much you actually enjoyed his company.

In those moments, it hit you that beneath his abrasive exterior, Roman had this unexpected depth—a mix of humor and kindness that made you actually look forward to hanging out with him.

There were times you could almost picture dating him, imagining what that would be like. You found yourself daydreaming about it, getting drawn into the idea. But deep down, you knew it could never work. You were too different, and he seemed way more into girls who were, well, more outgoing.

As the movie continued, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. Roman remained lying on the couch, and you stayed seated, resting your face on your hand which was propped up on the armrest of the couch. The flickering light from the screen cast soft shadows across the room, creating a cozy ambiance. Occasionally, your eyes would drift towards him, catching glimpses of his expressions as he reacted to the movie. His casual demeanor contrasted with the intense focus he sometimes displayed, making you wonder what thoughts ran through his mind.

Throughout the movie, a maid brought popcorn and other snacks, and there were moments when your hands brushed against Roman's as you both reached for treats, sending a small thrill up your spine. Each touch, though accidental, felt charged, and you noticed how much more aware of his presence you became. Roman, for his part, seemed nonchalant as always.

He continued to make funny remarks about the film, each one making you laugh and feel more at ease. With every shared joke and casual glance, the barriers between you seemed to slowly dissolve.

When the credits started rolling, you felt a pang of disappointment—you weren’t ready for this to end just yet. Roman shifted, moving his legs off your lap and leaning back on the sofa. He glanced at you, his eyes both relaxed and intense. “So, what did you think of the movie? Was it decent, or did I just waste your time?”

You hesitated for a moment, savoring his proximity before responding. “Honestly, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” you admitted, a teasing smile playing on your lips. “You might have actually picked a decent movie this time.”

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “Glad to hear I didn’t completely disappoint you,” he said, his smirk carrying a hint of satisfaction.

You raised an eyebrow, meeting his gaze with a mix of challenge and amusement. “I’m sure I could have picked something better,” you replied, letting a confident edge slip into your tone.

Roman’s eyebrows shot up, clearly taken aback. “Look at you, getting all cocky. Careful now, you’re starting to sound like me.” He shot you a playful wink, his smirk stretching into a full grin that made his eyes sparkle.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, then glanced at your watch. Noticing how late it had gotten, you felt a flicker of reluctance but didn’t want to overstay your welcome.

“It’s getting late; I should probably head out,” you said, rising from the couch. As you stood up and bent over to grab your backpack, you stopped in your tracks when you heard him say, “You could stay a bit longer, you know. I’m not in a hurry to see you go.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, caught off guard. You turned to look at him, seeing his usual smirk replaced by a more earnest look. His eyes holding yours with an intensity that made it hard to breathe.

“Are you sure? It’s a Saturday night. Don’t you have a party to attend or something?”

Roman leaned back, casually manspreading. “Not tonight. Parties are all the same,” he said, his gaze locking onto yours with a hint of something deeper. “Besides, I’m sure you’ll keep me more entertained than any party could.”

You hesitated for a minute, but then gave in. Nodding slowly, you placed your bag back on the floor.

“I guess I could stay a little longer.”

Roman's grin returned, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. “Good. I promise not to bore you.” He patted the spot next to him, inviting you to sit back down.

You walked over to him, sitting beside him once again. This time, you were closer to each other than before. You felt his gaze on you as you fidgeted with your hands.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence. “What now?”

The room was silent for a few seconds before he spoke up.

“Wanna go outside? Maybe talk for a bit?” he suggested, his tone still casual.

You nodded, feeling a mix of curiosity and anticipation. “Sure, that sounds nice.”

You both stood up, and Roman instructed you to meet him outside while he went to grab a drink from the kitchen. When you reached the outdoor area, you found yourself sitting on the floor just outside the entrance to the backyard, a comfortable spot that offered a view of the expansive grounds. The Godfreys had a beautiful garden, filled with vibrant red roses that added a splash of color to the otherwise dark night.

As you kept taking in your surroundings, Roman soon joined you, surprising you by carrying a whole bottle of whiskey.

He offered you a casual grin as he uncorked the bottle. “Figured we could use something stronger than soda,” he said, handing you the bottle with a nonchalant shrug.

“I don’t drink,” you replied, looking down at the bottle and then back at him.

Roman's eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and challenge. “Come on, just indulge in it with me for the night. You’re not going to let me drink alone, are you?”

You rolled your eyes and accepted the bottle, feeling his fingers brush against yours. You took a sip, wincing at the strong, sour taste, and coughed slightly. Roman laughed, taking the bottle from you with a smirk.

“You’ve never had alcohol?” he asked, his tone a blend of mock surprise and genuine curiosity.

You shook your head, adding, “I tried it once, but never again.” Roman’s laughter grew louder, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“Seriously? You tried it once and called it quits? I thought that was part of everyone’s rite of passage,” he said, taking a long swig from the bottle.

You glanced at him, watching as he lowered the bottle and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He met your gaze with a grin, then extended the bottle toward you again. You took it hesitantly, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement at the closeness it symbolized.

Bringing the bottle to your lips, you took a long sip, wincing as the harsh liquid scorched its way down your throat.

Roman’s smirk widened as he watched your reaction. “Well, look at you,” he said, his tone a mix of amusement and approval.

When the burn became too intense, you pulled the bottle away and set it down beside you. Roman raised an eyebrow, noting the effect the alcohol had on you. “Not bad for a rookie,” he remarked, blending casual praise with a hint of condescension. “Most people can’t handle their liquor this well.”

“Beginners' luck,” you replied, feeling the alcohol start to make your head spin.

Roman chuckled, taking another swig from the bottle. “Sure, if that’s what you want to call it.”

Roman took another thoughtful sip from the bottle, his gaze shifting to the night sky. The conversation grew quieter as the initial buzz of the alcohol began to set in. He leaned back against the garden wall, stretching his legs out comfortably.

“So, Einstein,” he said, his tone more contemplative, “what made you want to take this job? Tutoring me, of all people.”

You looked at him, caught off guard by the question. It was a rare moment when he seemed genuinely curious rather than just provoking you.

“I guess I didn’t think it through that much,” you admitted, taking another sip from the bottle to steady yourself. “I needed the extra money, and it seemed like a good opportunity. But now, I actually enjoy it.”

Roman raised an eyebrow, his smirk fading slightly. “Enjoying my company, huh? That’s something I didn’t expect.”

You laughed softly, feeling more relaxed now. “Believe it or not, yes. You’re a lot more different than I first thought.”

Roman chuckled, the sound low and genuine. “So I’m not just a sarcastic asshole. Who knew?”

He took another long sip from the bottle, then extended it back to you. “Here’s to unexpected surprises, then,” he said, raising the bottle in a casual toast.

Since you didn’t have a bottle for yourself, you reached over and took the other side of the bottle in his hand, a small, mischievous smile on your lips. “To surprises,” you echoed.

After, you took the bottle from his grip and had another sip, you noticed how Roman was watching you with a softer expression than usual. He was still the same Roman with his sharp edges, but in that moment, you saw another glimpse of his vulnerability.

As the night continued, Roman and you enjoyed the peaceful quiet of the garden. The conversation had turned more personal, and you both began to feel more comfortable with each other.

Roman's hand brushed against yours as he reached for the almost empty bottle of whiskey. You felt a spark at the touch, and when you looked up, you caught him watching you with a more intense gaze than usual. The atmosphere between you felt more charged.

“You know,” Roman said quietly, his voice cutting through the stillness of the night, “I didn’t think I’d find myself enjoying this as much as I have… it’s been surprisingly pleasant.”

You turned to him, a spark of anticipation lighting up your eyes. “Yeah, I feel the same way.”

Roman’s gaze remained locked on yours, intense and full of unspoken emotion. There was a magnetic pull between you, and as he leaned in, the air around you seemed to thicken.

You could feel his warm breath against your lips as you both closed the distance. The kiss began as a gentle exploration, but soon grew more urgent, driven by a deep-seated passion. Roman’s hand cupped your face with a careful yet commanding touch, guiding you as the kiss deepened and intensified.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. Roman's gaze lingered on your lips, his own slightly parted and his eyes half-closed in the aftermath of the kiss. Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet yours, the intensity of his expression still present.

“Roman, I—” you started, but he silenced you with a finger pressed gently against your lips.

“No talking,” he said firmly. With a quick movement, he pulled you closer, guiding you onto his lap. He leaned in, his lips finding yours again with a renewed urgency.

As Roman's touch grew more intense, his hands roaming over your body, you became vividly aware of how wet you were. The heat between you was palpable, and each of his touches, from the way he groped your breasts to the way his fingers pressed against your ass, only heightened the sensation. The desire you had for him was undeniable, and in that moment, you needed him more than anything.

Roman broke the kiss, his lips trailing down to your neck. His touch was fervent and claiming, leaving marks. Each soft bite and lingering kiss on your skin elicited sounds from you. As he nuzzled closer, his breath warm against your ear, he whispered with a teasing edge, “You’re so sensitive.”

In the moment, his comment ignited a fresh wave of arousal. He knew it from your reaction and only chuckled against your skin as he continued to kiss your neck. His lips left a trail of darker marks around your neck and collarbones, each kiss and bite making you shiver with pleasure.

"Roman, we shouldn't-" you tried to protest, but a gasp escaped your lips.

"Sorry, what was that?" he murmured, his hands gripping your ass with a firm, possessive touch. You moaned, your hands instinctively clutching his shoulders for support.

"We can't-" you stammered, struggling to keep your composure. "Not here. Someone could see us."

He pulled back from your neck, his eyes narrowing as he looked into yours.

"This is my house," he said, his voice dripping with authority. "I can do whatever I want, wherever I want."

You tried to steady your breathing, your resolve wavering. "I could get fired if… someone finds out." You deliberately avoided mentioning Olivia’s name, knowing it would be the last thing Roman wanted to hear in this moment.

Roman rolled his eyes, clearly dismissing your concern. Before you could respond, he placed you next to him, taking you off his lap. You looked up at him, confused.

“Get up,” he instructed. Reluctantly, you followed his command. As soon as you were on your feet, Roman grabbed your hand, his grip firm and unyielding. With a purposeful stride, he guided you through the house.

His steps were steady and commanding as he led you through the stairs of the house, the warmth of his presence a constant reminder of his intensity. You followed closely, your heart racing with a mix of anticipation and excitement.

When you reached the study room, he opened the door with a slam. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a single desk lamp casting long shadows over the walls lined with hardcover books. The air was thick with the scent of old paper and wood polish.

Roman locked the door, then turned and walked up to you. He placed his hands firmly on your hips, pulling you closer as he kissed you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him with a newfound confidence that surprised even you.

You couldn’t believe how well you were handling all of this. Being with Roman had consumed your thoughts for weeks. You were grateful he’d offered you that alcohol, because without it, you wouldn’t have had the confidence to push things as far as you had right now.

He guided you to the large desk in the room, stopping to push everything off the surface with a swift motion. Then, he lifted you effortlessly, settling you onto the desk. You let out a soft chuckle, wrapping your arms around him and drawing him down to kiss you once more.

You pulled away, your fingers trailing down his neck as you began unbuttoning his shirt. As you eased the fabric off his shoulders, you couldn’t help but be captivated by his shirtless form. His physique was mesmerizing, with broad shoulders and a sculpted chest that drew your gaze and held it.

“My turn,” he said, his voice low and commanding. His hands pressed against your chest before he ripped the buttons from your shirt with a swift motion.

The suddenness of his action left you momentarily stunned, your eyes dropping to the remnants of your blouse scattered on the floor. Before you could fully process what had just happened, Roman’s cold hand grasped your face, his fingers firm as he tilted it upward, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.

“I need your full attention on me and only me, understood?” he said, his voice commanding and unwavering.

You gulped and shook your head, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. Roman responded with a few soft slaps to your face, each one sending a rush of excitement through you. His touch was both assertive and reassuring.

"Get off the desk," he instructed, his voice smooth and commanding. You complied, slowly sliding off the desk and turning around to face away from him. The anticipation of what would come next heightened every sensation.

Roman's hands rested on your waist, his touch sending a shiver through you.

His fingers worked with deliberate precision, first unfastening the button of your jeans. He then slowly eased down the zipper, each motion filled with teasing intent.

He smirked as he noticed you trembling slightly, the thrill of the unknown clearly affecting you. He grasped the waistband of your jeans, slowly guiding them down over your hips and legs, until they pooled at your feet. Once the jeans were discarded, he tossed them aside, his gaze lingering on you, savoring the moment.

You were wearing a matching light pink underwear set. It was simple, but to Roman, it was far from ordinary. As he took in the sight of your body, he felt his cock twitch in his briefs, a clear sign of his arousal.

You looked over at him innocently from your shoulder, the sight of your exposed skin, coupled with your subtle, shy smile, stirred something primal within him.

He quickly unhooked your bra in one try, his breath warm against your ear. "I'd love to tear these panties off you," he whispered, his voice a seductive murmur, "but they look too sexy on you. I can't bring myself to do it."

Before you could respond, he delivered a sharp smack to your ass, making you lose your balance and slightly bend over the desk. A wicked smirk spread across his lips as he positioned you exactly how he wanted. With deliberate slowness, he unclamped his belt, his gaze locked on you, filled with a mix of anticipation and control.

He placed the belt on the table, and you glanced at it, your mind racing with the possibilities of what he might do with it. The ideas you had in mind only heightened your arousal. You heard the sound of his zipper being lowered, followed by the rustle of him removing his pants.

He brought a hand down to your underwear, feeling the warmth of your folds through the fabric. You let out a soft gasp, holding on to the edges of the desk.

"You're already so wet for me, and I haven't even fucked you yet," he said with a low chuckle. He continued to tease you through your underwear, making you squirm.

"Roman, please—"

“Please what?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“Please… I need you,” you begged, your voice barely a whisper.

He smirked, savoring the control he had over you. “You need me, huh?” His fingers continued their slow, deliberate torment. “Beg a little more, and maybe I’ll give you what you want.”

You shuddered, your body reacting to his touch. “Roman, please,” you repeated, your voice desperate.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Tell me exactly what you want,” he murmured. “I want to hear it from your lips. Make me believe you need it.”

“I want to feel you in me. Please,” you said, your voice trembling with need.

He didn't say anything back; he simply pulled your underwear to the side and began teasing you with his fingers, slow and deliberate, enjoying the way you squirmed under his touch. His eyes locked onto yours, watching every reaction, every shiver, as he continued to push you to the brink.

You gripped the edge of the table tighter, closing your eyes as waves of pleasure washed over you. “I need more,” you gasped.

"You’ll take what I give you," he rasped, his touch lingering and relentless. Each teasing caress drove you closer to the edge, and when you arched your back, moving yourself down to his fingers, he couldn’t resist any longer. In one swift motion, he yanked your underwear away, the sudden roughness making you gasp in shock. And then, without hesitation, he was inside you, claiming you in a way that left you breathless and exposed.

Roman’s rhythm was unrelenting as he rocked back and forth inside you. You clung to the edge of the desk, each thrust sending electric jolts through your body. His grip on your hair was possessive, yanking it back to expose your neck as he pounded into you with fierce intensity. The only sound you could manage were breathless thanks, murmured between gasps, as he drove you to the edge.

His movements remained fierce as he shifted his grip from your hair to your neck, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. He pulled you closer, your face brushing against his as he whispered harshly, "You're so fucking hot." The intensity of his words matched the force of his thrusts, leaving you breathless and consumed by the moment.

Roman’s movements suddenly ceased, pulling out of you as you gasped, confused and panting. “What happened?” you asked, turning your head to look at him. His gaze was intense as he commanded you to place your wrists behind your back. Obeying, you heard the distinct sound of his belt being lifted from the table. Moments later, you felt the cool, expensive leather wrapped around your wrists, binding them securely.

He turned you around, guiding you to sit on the table. “I want you to watch me leave you dripping in cum,” he said, his voice low and commanding. The words hung in the air as he positioned himself to fully take in the sight of your submission.

As he thrust into you again, you arched your back, unable to suppress the moan that escaped as he hit the spot that drove you wild. Your frustration at not being able to scratch his back only heightened your arousal. He gripped your waist tightly, driving into you harder and faster. The tension between you both was intense, and you were on the brink, your body betraying the closeness of your climax.

When you let him know you were nearing the edge, he abruptly grabbed your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“Keep your eyes on me, or I’ll stop,” he demanded, his voice heavy with desire. You struggled to maintain eye contact as the pleasure tightened in your stomach. Finally, with one last, intense thrust, you both reached the peak, your climax overwhelming as you both succumbed to the moment.

He leaned forward, both of you breathless and panting. As he removed the belt from your wrists, you wrapped your arms around him, feeling his hands still resting on your waist as you steadied your breaths. “That was… amazing,” you murmured against his chest.

Roman’s smirk was faint but genuine as he lifted your chin with a firm hand, making you look up at him. “And you won’t forget it,” he said, his voice a low, seductive purr. He sealed his words with a deep, lingering kiss, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I’m looking forward to our next session.” He said, with a sly smile.

[skelkankaos]

i just realized that Godfrey is a catboy. pointy ear styled hair. bell around neck. youthful catgirl maids move over for elderly catboy butler

[violetganache42]

Highlights from tonight's watch party filled with framing, whodunnits, and mystery galore (Sorry about your laptop problems and all our lag complaints, WriteBackAtYa):

"No":

Scrooge and the triplets making an appearance

Mortimer's voice

Mickey being a people pleaser

WriteBackAtYa commenting how we love saying our favorite characters' names whenever they appear onscreen

Me: "PLUS INTEREST?!"

"Duckman of Aquatraz":

Story Blossom: "Would've been awesome if Webby kissed a shark in the new series" spamtoon: "its okay because huey kissed a worm"

ACAB!!!

Even in the original series, Louie is always trying to talk his way out of shit

The idea of Glomgold walking into court blasting Queen's "We Are The Champions" in a similar vein as the "All I Do Is Win" scene

"WHY, BEAKLEY?!"

Duckburg's court and its judge fucking suck

"NOT THE PAINTING!"

Scrooge effortlessly defeating the prisoners in arm wrestling

MORE SCROOGE AND WEBBY MOMENTS 😭💖

Mad Dog being a mama's boy

This whole episode showcasing how prisoners are people too

melcat33: "Mad Dog was like 'this is my comfort millionaire'"

The Scrooge x Mad Dog ship setting sail

This episode also reminding us on why the legal system sucks

Glomgold taking the time to hang up a painting of Scrooge

"McMystery at McDuck McManor!":

Donald fleeing to his car like:

"Literally the oldest person he knows?"

The entire table read of this episode from Disney Channel Fan Fest 2018

Scrooge being a sulking Grumpy Gills. XD

DJ Daft Duck

Godfrey and I being on the same wavelength yet again (To quote Godfrey, "Insert 'Perception Check' by Tom Cardy")

Scrooge being SO against celebrating his birthday that he straight up lagged and froze the Discord stream (Dude, WTF?)

THE BUTLER DID IT

Mist Opportunity

"I hate this already."/"OH, YEAH. :)"/"You can't get that helmet off, can you?"/"OH, NO. :'("

Black Arts Beagle is best Beagle Boy

DT-87

The stream lagging on the part where Scrooge walks into a sliding glass door 😭 (I know it's because of WriteBackAtYa's laptop, but for the sake of levity, let's say it was Scrooge's doing again and he did it because that part fucking embarrasses him.)

Mark saying Glomgold sucks at the whole "trying to kill Scrooge" thing (Rare Mark Beaks W)

THE DUKE IS BACK

"Since when did I have to become the adult in the room? I'M NOT CUT OUT TO BE THE ADULT!"

Huey doing a Scrooge impression

"Don't kill me! I barely lived! #YOLO #FOMO #AHHH"

Duckworth's reaction to seeing the axe fall down to the floor

Duckworth and Beakley's beef with each other

"Clock Cleaners":

Snoozer male stork

Learning A New Hope was paired with "Duck Dodgers in the 24th 1/2 Century" for its screenings

Realizing we were watching the edited version of the short where Donald says "Aw, nuts."

The return of Max's real mother

The Great Mouse Detective:

Me sharing which DT/DWD character would be who in a GMD-themed AU way before the movie started

Us getting excited at hearing Alan Young's voice

Cheerful music playing right after a sad moment (Hiram getting kidnapped) = Last Crash ending vibes

A new server emoji of Mark Beaks getting shot point blank for dabbing

Tokuvivor: "The world's smallest violin" Caroline: "Let me play you a song on the world's smallest violin" Me: "Basil, this is serious."

Learning Vincent Price is in this movie

Sharing a GMD Lorcana card during "The World's Greatest Criminal Mind"

"Flaversham."/"Whatever."

teleportzz: "literally every man in this is so gay so far" puffywuffy8904: "or are they just european" Story Blossom: "Or are they gay AND european?"

Basil's face when Toby sat on Olivia's command

OLIVIA SAYING UNCLE BASIL 😭💖

Hiram and Olivia reminding Puffy and I of Scrooge and Webby (I AM GETTING FUCKING EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT AS WE SPEAK.)

Ratigan upon learning Fidget's list is missing:

Basil x Dawson being the movie's equivalent of DWD91!Drakepad

Story Blossom pointing out how Miss Kitty is basically Goldie

The bar fight scene in a nutshell:

"There is no Queen of England."

Ratigan's royalty drip

WriteBackAtYa: "He's supreme like a taco from Taco Bell"

Basil trying to imprison Ratigan: "Officer, arrest that man!"

The entire Big Ben scene and how well the 2D and CGI animations blended together

Learning that the ballroom scene from Beauty and the Beast was the first Disney and Pixar collaboration

According to melcat33, Basil not skipping leg day saved his life

puffywuffy8904: "and they were roomates" Me: "Oh, my God. They were roommates."

Ratigan's "Goodbye So Soon" diddy playing during the end credits

[amypihcs]

HELLO HUMANS! Well, well, a new letter from our dear W-AIT WHAT?

W-what? Holmes is WRITING?? DAAAMN. Watson messing with carpentry and beating his fingers instead of the nails... well, he just got the WRONG nails. Luckily Holmes is taking care of him! And agreed to write to us!

Ah Holmes, no need to be so bitter about it! Or maybe you are teasing you husband, uh? And yes. You tormented him with criticism and this is the payback. Write your own story and then take your own steps to apologize to Watson. Talking of him.

Watson, reading this: I am an unfeeling, rational and non-sentimental machine, so i'll present you an entire paragraph on how much i love my husband Holmes, blushing crimson: Shut up you insufferable tease W: Just admit that you love me H: I did it thrice in the first 10 minutes after we woke up this morning -snuggling watson noises- Now read on.

W: A WIFE, HOLMES? She was a PATIENT. She was having difficulties with the last stretch of her pregnancy and i had to go at hers!

Also i love how Holmes describes his way of analyzing his clients. And also how he goes 'so, Watson likes it when i do my deductions, it impresses Watson, and also other people, so i'll deduce this man's last years of life'

And at his surprise the reaction is

I miss my Watson so please give me the fact and hope this case is challenging as your letter made hope... WAIT, WHAT? KICKED YOU OUT? TELL ME MORE! -puffing on his pipe-

Stop being cheeky, lad. Tell the FACTS.

And he does. He was in South Africa and there he met a guy and they bonded a lot and he was wounded and now he disappeared!

Holmes is in this moment sympathizing with young Godfrey, he's interested!

Story continues. Our guy here manages to get himself invited to their place, a quite inaccessible one and gets shown into the father's study. the interview is not pleasing.

The man tells him to go the hell away and leave them alone since he ALREADY EXPLAINED, our pal says that his 'explanations' are a big load of bullshit. Man tells him to stay for dinner. Atmosphere is DEPRESSING and he climbs to his room as soon as decent and then the butler drops in!

Butler is like super old and his wife nursed Godfrey and so he asks if his foster kid behaved well in war and then he starts talking weird... in past tense as if he was dead. OF COURSE OUR PAL ASKS

THAT'S ONE HELL OF AN ANSWER, DAMNIT!

W: Ah, so now i'm matters, Holmes. Nice cliffhanger H: -grumble grumble- Writing this stuff is difficult. I'll propose them the ear monograph! W: at least it's not the tobacco one... H: Which you read... -bickering goes on-

Our Holmes left us with a cliffhanger just like his husband does! We'll hear the continuation in the next letter!

[alynnl]

So, this part of The Blanched Soldier:

I have two theories as to what could have happened and what the butler meant. (I'm a first time reader of all ACD Holmes so I'll find out if I'm accurate later!)

First theory: Godfrey has ended up in an institution (maybe from PTSD after fighting in the war?) but everyone is hushing up about it because of the attitudes about mental health at the time.

Second theory: Godfrey ended up committing a crime and his "tour around the world" is actually him being on the run from the law.

[romance-sick]

“Waning Moon” 🌖

Roman & Peter

Luca Aleksander

Alister Reeve

Alaric Piers

I have been going HARD on this sequel (chapter 5 posted last night!). God, it feels so good to be writing again. I can’t be stopped.

Check it out if you haven’t yet!

[no-side-us]

Letters From Watson Liveblog - Dec. 4

The Blanched Soldier, Part 2 of 3

This line made me audibly laugh. I admittedly have never looked at cheese in the dark before, but I don't recall any cheese being particularly white enough to be used as a comparison here.

Holmes is narrating to us like we're Watson. "No doubt you've already pinpointed the most likely solution to the problem, my dear Wat- I mean, dear reader."

Godfrey's face has been compared to both cheese and a fish's belly, neither of which are things I think of when needing to describe something white. Also, why "bleached" instead of "blanched."

For fun, I think if Watson were there he would describe the scene as Holmes clumsily dropping his hat on the ground and taking a bit too long to pick it up. It'd also be written so the gloves are glossed over and ignored. "Holmes glanced readily at the hall-table, for what reason I could not grasp," etc., etc.

Props for writing what I think is a very believable excerpt from a Sherlock Holmes-authored monograph on ears.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

[mariocki]

The Saint: The Double Take (6.6, ITC, 1968)

"Now, Templar, please... You are very angry, yes?"

"That is an understatement."

"It will all be made good. You are here, now listen to me and sit down. I need something done, done urgently."

"Mr. Patroclos, let's get one thing straight. I very rarely do favours for the overprivileged - and never under pressure."

[mariana-oconnor]

The Missing Three Quarter pt 2

Back to the rugby players.

It argues the degree in which I had lost touch with my profession that the name of Leslie Armstrong was unknown to me.

I told you Watson had forgotten all his medical knowledge. In the last story he didn't even prescribe brandy. smh

Yet even without knowing his brilliant record one could not fail to be impressed by a mere glance at the man, the square, massive face, the brooding eyes under the thatched brows, and the granite moulding of the inflexible jaw. A man of deep character, a man with an alert mind, grim, ascetic, self-contained, formidable—so I read Dr. Leslie Armstrong.

Obligatory reblog of Watson's horny descriptions. He's having a moment.

“I have heard your name, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, and I am aware of your profession, one of which I by no means approve.”

Sorry, Watson. Looks can be deceiving. Obviously we must immediately hate him for this point of view. It is demanded.

"At the present moment, for example, I should be writing a treatise instead of conversing with you.”

Oh fuck you and your self-important nonsense. A guy is missing. You're either a pompous arsehole or you're involved. Yeah, yeah. You're renowned throughout Europe.

“He is an intimate friend of mine.” “You are aware that he has disappeared?” “Ah, indeed!” There was no change of expression in the rugged features of the doctor.

Yeah, he knows something. Look, this guy is terrible. He's just the worst. I hate him. Godfrey has some terrible friends and a terrible relative. I hope he's run off somewhere with someone who appreciates him and cares about his interests and his well-being.

A pompous butler ushered us severely to the door, and we found ourselves in the street. Holmes burst out laughing.

I agree, he is ridiculous. Also how pompous must the butler be to be described as pompous after meeting that man?

“It's been out three hours,” said Holmes; “started at half-past six, and here it is back again. That gives a radius of ten or twelve miles, and he does it once, or sometimes twice, a day.” “No unusual thing for a doctor in practice.”

Watson, let's face it, you don't know what's usual for a doctor in practice. Your carriage went out in the middle of the night and didn't return for a week. You are an anomaly and should not be counted.

"I do not know whether it came from his own innate depravity or from the promptings of his master, but he was rude enough to set a dog at me. Neither dog nor man liked the look of my stick, however, and the matter fell through. Relations were strained after that..."

Were they? How unexpected. I've made all my best friends after they've threatened to set a dog on me and I've threatened to beat them with a stick. If you can't be friends after that, how do you even make friends at all?

"...but, now that I find he keeps so keen a look-out upon anyone who may follow him on these excursions, the affair appears more important, and I shall not be satisfied until I have made the matter clear.”

Doctor Armstrong is really bad at dealing with this all. I know Holmes has made admiring comments a few times, but really the man should have shown some concern over his 'intimate friend' going missing, and he shouldn't have piqued Holmes' interest about his carriage ride. He should have just gone someone entirely mundane that it would be completely reasonable for him to go multiple times a day, and left it at that.

"You are not familiar with Cambridgeshire scenery, are you? It does not lend itself to concealment. All this country that I passed over to-night is as flat and clean as the palm of your hand..."

Can vouch for this. Have driven through Cambridgeshire on numerous occasions. Very flat.

'Meanwhile, I can inform you that no spying upon me can in any way help Mr. Godfrey Staunton, and I am convinced that the best service you can do to that gentleman is to return at once to London and to report to your employer that you are unable to trace him.'

I assume from this that Godfrey doesn't want his uncle to find him. My best bet at this moment is that he's got a girlfriend his uncle wouldn't approve of, who is ill perhaps? idk. I'm clutching at straws right now.

“No, no, my dear fellow, there is no cause for alarm. It is not upon this occasion the instrument of evil, but it will rather prove to be the key which will unlock our mystery. On this syringe I base all my hopes."

Holmes, that statement really is not as reassuring as you think it is.

When we descended I followed Holmes into the stable yard, where he opened the door of a loose-box and led out a squat, lop-eared, white-and-tan dog, something between a beagle and a foxhound.

PUPPY!

And on the side of good? Watson's not going to have to shoot this one?

Who's the best boy in this story? Such a good boy, Pompey! Such a good boy.

I caught a glimpse of Dr. Armstrong within, his shoulders bowed, his head sunk on his hands, the very image of distress.

Ah, so he does have emotions other than arrogance. How unexpected.

A woman, young and beautiful, was lying dead upon the bed. Her calm, pale face, with dim, wide-opened blue eyes, looked upward from amid a great tangle of golden hair.

So I may not have been that far off the mark with a relationship that his uncle would not approve of with a sick woman.

“You are a good fellow,” said he. “I had misjudged you. I thank Heaven that my compunction at leaving poor Staunton all alone in this plight caused me to turn my carriage back, and so to make your acquaintance."

Nope, sorry. Still don't like you. I get you were a dick to try and protect your friend, good for you. Cool motive, still an arsehole. You can still be nice to people you're lying to. You don't have to be a dick. It might even help you throw them off the scent.

...or is it worse to be nice in order to manipulate people instead of just letting them know you're being an arsehole?

I guess he's not actually a terrible friend. He's just bad at acting. He might as well have put a sign on his forehead saying 'I am suspicious'.

"A year ago Godfrey Staunton lodged in London for a time, and became passionately attached to his landlady's daughter, whom he married. She was as good as she was beautiful, and as intelligent as she was good."

I'd like to register how impressed I am that 'intelligent' makes the list of her virtues at all, even if it is third. That is probably just my cynicism talking, though.

"But at last there came a terrible blow in the shape of dangerous illness to his wife. It was consumption of the most virulent kind."

Of course it was consumption. If a beautiful, kind young woman in this era died of a terrible illness it was always consumption.

Or brain fever, I guess.

"The result was that he came straight away in a state bordering on frenzy, and has remained in the same state, kneeling at the end of her bed, until this morning death put an end to her sufferings. That is all, Mr. Holmes, and I am sure that I can rely upon your discretion and that of your friend.”

Well this is just a very tragic story. And it might not even have been a story if Holmes had just told Dr Armstrong that he wasn't working for Godfrey's uncle in the first place. Although Dr Armstrong seemed determined to dislike him from the start.

Very sad. And Godfrey can't even tell his friends on the rugby team why he wasn't there without risking his uncle finding out.

But we got to meet Pompey, so that was a good thing. I hope he got lots of treats after working so hard.

[velvetdesir3s]

Tutoring sessions: Roman Godfrey x Reader (Prologue)

Summary: Reader goes to the Godfrey mansion for her first day tutoring Roman Godfrey.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none (for now)

Author’s note: This is the first part of a little series I’m writing. Second part is out! I hope you enjoy!

As you drove up the winding, tree-lined road, the towering silhouette of Roman Godfrey’s house came into view. The mansion stood ominously at the top of the hill, its dark, gothic architecture stark against the sky. You could feel your heartbeat quicken with each turn, a mix of anticipation and unease settling in the pit of your stomach.

The iron gates creaked open as you approached, revealing a sprawling driveway that seemed to stretch endlessly towards the house. The gravel crunched under your tires, the sound echoing in the stillness of the evening. You glanced around, taking in the meticulously maintained gardens and the eerie statues that dotted the landscape, their stone faces frozen in time.

The house itself loomed larger as you neared, its windows dark and uninviting. You parked your car and sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady your nerves. The front door, massive and foreboding, seemed to beckon and warn you simultaneously. Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of the car, the cool air brushing against your skin, and made your way to the entrance, each step bringing you closer to the unknown that awaited within.

Olivia Godfrey, Roman's mother, hired you to tutor him. At first, you were skeptical, of course. You didn’t like him at all. You thought he was arrogant, spoiled and a pathetic excuse for a trust fund baby. But you needed the money. If you wanted to get out of Hemlock Grove, you needed to start somewhere, and she was paying you a great amount of money.

It was surprising how she managed to track you down. You hadn't advertised your services; sure, you had mulled over the idea of tutoring to make some extra cash, but you envisioned helping little kids with algebra, not Roman Godfrey. But when you got the call from her, offering a crazy amount of cash per study session, you couldn’t resist. You had to put your pride aside and get it done.

You thought of a few possibilities as to how she could’ve found you but didn’t like to dwell on it since it freaked you out. This whole family gave you weird vibes; every time you passed by the mansion or the Godfrey Institute, you got shivers down your spine. Ironic, since now you’re technically working for them.

You pushed your thoughts aside and walked up the steps to the front door. Each step seemed to echo in the stillness, amplifying your unease. As you reached the top, you paused, taking in the grandeur of the entrance. The heavy wooden door loomed before you, ornate and intimidating. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and then raised your hand to knock, the sound resonating through the silent mansion.

It didn’t take long before a butler answered the door, gesturing you to come in and wait in the living room. You made your way into the room, setting your backpack next to you on the couch before sitting down. A maid came in immediately, asking if you wanted something to drink or eat. You politely declined, concerned at her anxious expression. After she left, you took in the grand living room, with its plush furniture and elegant décor.

As you waited, you noticed a few framed family photos on the walls and a large window letting in soft, natural light. You couldn’t help but wonder about the circumstances that had made the maid so uneasy.

A few minutes later, Olivia Godfrey came in. She reeked of cigarettes and floral, expensive perfume. She gave you a warm smile that seemed a bit insincere. “Hello, you must be the tutor I hired. Nice to finally meet you,” she said, extending her hand. She shook it quickly, her discomfort not so apparent, before letting go.

“I trust you’re well-prepared for this,” she said, her tone sharp and formal. “I’m somewhat out of touch with modern education, and I’m concerned about ensuring my son receives the best guidance.”

You gulped, somewhat uncomfortable with her tone. “Oh, yeah— you don’t have to worry about that. Today we’re going to start with the basics of calculus and then we’ll move on to—”

“That’s great, honey. Let me just get Roman,” she said, quickly dismissing you.

And just like that, you were all alone again. You leaned back on the couch, sighing to compose yourself.

“She’s such a cunt, isn’t she?”

Roman’s voice cut through the quiet as you stirred on the couch. You blinked awake to find him standing over you, his eyes cold and distant. He sank down beside you with a sigh, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket. With a practiced flick, he lit one, the glow of the flame briefly illuminating his face as he took a long drag, the smoke curling around him.

Where the hell did he come from?

You snapped out of your thoughts when he glanced at you with a piercing gaze, removing the cigarette from between his lips with deliberate nonchalance. With a subtle, inviting gesture, he extended it toward you, offering a puff.

“Oh, I don’t smoke,” you replied awkwardly. He smirked, “Of course you don’t,” he muttered, placing the cigarette back between his lips. You rolled your eyes, thinking he hadn’t noticed, but he did and simply smiled to himself.

Then, you heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking sharply against the floor as Olivia entered the room. She stood in the doorway with an air of poised authority, her gaze fixed on Roman. “Roman, dear, I specifically asked you to be in the living room after lunch,” she said, her tone sharp and controlled, with irritation concealed behind a carefully maintained veneer of sophistication.

“I was taking a shit; I’m here, aren’t I?” he quipped back, taking another drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke deliberately toward Olivia.

Olivia narrowed her eyes, maintaining her composed exterior. "Charming as always, Roman," she replied coolly. “Do try to behave for your tutor.” She then turned her gaze to you. “I trust you can handle things from here?”

“Uh, yeah—” Before you could continue, she turned and walked out, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Roman smirked, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Don’t take it personally,” he said, blowing the smoke into the air. “She’s always got a stick up her ass.” He leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So, what’s this supposed to be about, anyway?”

You turn to him, your confusion evident. “I was hired to tutor you. Didn’t your mom tell you?”

Roman raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Not exactly. She said I’ve been failing my classes and she’d find a way to fix it,” he explained, taking another drag of his cigarette and flicking the ash into an ashtray. “I figured she’d bribe the school or something.”

Of course he did.

“Well, sorry to disappoint you. We should get to work—”

Roman cut you off with a casual tone, “What if we do something else instead?” His smirk suggested he had something more intriguing in mind.

“What do you mean?” You asked, a little more guarded. You knew about Roman’s reputation for being unapologetically promiscuous. It wouldn’t surprise you if he was suggesting that he wanted to sleep with you right now.

Roman raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Relax, I was just thinking of a change of scenery,” he said with a chuckle. “But if you’re really set on studying, I suppose we can stick to it.” His tone was teasing, but he made it clear he wasn’t pushing further, at least for now.

“Oh, well. Is there anywhere else we could go to start? A couch isn’t really the best place to get some studying done,” you suggested, looking for a more practical setup for your session.

Roman leaned closer, his smirk widening as he set his arm casually on the couch, resting it near your side. “What do you have in mind?” he asked with a teasing tone, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Maybe your kitchen?” you asked, trying to maintain your composure despite the closeness.

Roman leaned back, his smirk softening slightly. “Yeah, the kitchen’s fine,” he said nonchalantly as he rose from the couch and began walking towards the kitchen.

You quickly grabbed your backpack, slinging it over your shoulders, and walked briskly to catch up with him. As you followed Roman through the mansion, the opulent surroundings were hard to ignore. The grand hallway was lined with dark wood paneling and ornate, vintage portraits, casting an almost eerie glow under the soft lighting. The floors were polished marble, echoing with the sound of your footsteps as you walked briskly to keep up with him. Roman’s stride was confident and deliberate, each step resonating with a casual authority.

As you reached the kitchen, the contrast was striking: the space was modern and functional, with sleek countertops and stainless steel appliances. The ambiance was more casual from the mansion’s formal elegance.

“So, what school do you go to?” Roman asked, strolling over to the countertop where a coffee maker sat. He grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee, then turned around, leaning casually against the counter as he looked at you with a curious expression.

You softly scoffed, incredulous that he hadn’t even paid attention to you before. “We go to the same school. I’m actually in multiple classes with you,” you replied, your tone tinged with a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Roman raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise crossing his face. “Oh, really?” he said, his tone shifting slightly. “Guess I didn’t notice.”

You walked up to the kitchen table, setting your backpack on it with a sigh. “I guess not,” you muttered, feeling a bit exasperated. Settling down on one of the chairs, you looked up at him and said, “Let’s get to work.”

Roman took another sip of his coffee, watching you with a bemused expression. “Alright, let’s get to it then,” he said, pushing off the counter and walking over to join you at the table. “What’s first on the agenda?”