[Roman's look is dangerous, that terrifying glint in his eye Victor gets to see when he's a misplaced hair away from a complete and utter meltdown. Normally, right about now Victor would be quickly de-escalating the situation as fast he could to save whatever nearby expensive vase that was in danger of shattering.
The "vase" he's holding on to seems a lot stronger than a delicate, beautiful thing of glass. So he holds on, brushing his nose against John's neck as he breathes in slow and deep.]
I like yer cologne. [He lies, fingers tightening around the curve of John's waist.] Should tell Roman the name.
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The "vase" he's holding on to seems a lot stronger than a delicate, beautiful thing of glass. So he holds on, brushing his nose against John's neck as he breathes in slow and deep.]
I like yer cologne. [He lies, fingers tightening around the curve of John's waist.] Should tell Roman the name.