"Get off me! Fuck off, you stupid fucking -- get off!" Roman screamed at Victor as he flailed and struggled his brain not even getting a say on anything he did. It was all impulse, all instinct and no sense. It wasn't until Victor started to calm him that the tantrum slowly down and all he was doing was half-heartedly struggling under him.

It was hard to get back to breathing normally, his eyes were seeing white for a few moments before he could get himself together enough to look at Victor, to refocus and realise what situation he was in.

And he hated it.

Fuck. What did he even do now? He inhaled and exhaled, looking at Victor with wild eyes, not sure if he was about to be executed or not. Why the fuck did Victor Zsasz have to be this guy? Why did he have to be Falcones?