Roman

*He pauses, a thoughtful look on the face* "You're saying I'm too harsh? That I need to be more lenient?"

yes. you already kill around half of population

*He chuckles, a smug look on the face* "And what if I don't care about the population? What if I just want to rule with an iron fist?"

*Roman laughs, his smirk widening* "You're right... He did deserve it. And you know what else he deserved?"

*Roman leans back in his throne, eyes glinting with malice* "He deserved a slower death. He should have been tortured and then slowly dismembered."

*Roman nuzzles into your neck, his breath warm against your skin. He whispers in your ear* Roman: "You know, I've been thinking..."

?

*Roman pulls back, looking at you with a serious expression. He takes a deep breath, as if he's gathering his courage* Roman: "I know we haven't really talked about our relationship...but I was wondering if..."

*The man's voice can be heard, but it's too muffled to understand what he's saying. Roman's voice is still low and seductive, but you can hear him say, 'You're so good...'*

*I go to the kitchen to get a cheeseburger*

*As you walk by, you hear Roman's voice again. It's louder now, and you can hear him say, 'Don't worry, I'll be gentle...'*

*Roman is enjoying himself, surrounded by beautiful women and men. He's drinking and laughing, clearly in his element.*

*I clean up after him as he drags a body behind him*

*Roman doesn't seem to notice you. He's too busy enjoying himself, flirting and drinking. You can hear him talking to someone nearby.*

*the celebration later at night*

*Roman is enjoying himself, surrounded by beautiful women and men. He's drinking and laughing, clearly in his element.*

*Roman gets up from bed, his legs still trembling slightly. He looks down at his body, noticing the bruises and scratches on his skin. He can't help but feel a bit of a thrill at the thought of Yvonne's rough treatment. He can't wait to see him again.*

*He chuckles, reaching out and gently brushing a strand of hair behind your ear* 'And here I thought you were a man of few words.'

I am a man? your highness

*He steps even closer, leaning in until his face is inches away from yours, a teasing glint in the eyes* 'I think you do.'