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It's not the first sleepless night for Roman; he can't remember when he last slept well. He doubts he ever slept well, perhaps not even when he was a fetus. He also doesn't think his siblings are sleeping or anyone on the ship, except maybe Karl and Frank. Those fucking dinosaurs. As a result, he finds himself walking in the middle of a forest in Norway, freezing his balls off.
He shouldn't be walking alone in a forest that he doesn't know. He doesn't even know the emergency number in Norway.
He had considered going with Kendall and Shiv, but he's not in the mood to talk about the deal, and it seems like that's all they talk about these days. He can't call Connor either; Roman isn't interested in talking about his father's funeral or politics. He has Jeryd for that.
Maybe he could call Jeryd— He didn't have time to feel ashamed of the scream he let out when he collided with... Greg?!
"What the fuck, Greg?!" He closes his eyes and puts a hand to his chest.
Greg's expression isn't much better. He drops the phone into his hands in shock. This part of the forest is so fucking dark.
"Oh my god, oh god, I thought—oh lord... I was going to die," Greg says breathlessly. "Oh my god, I thought I was going to be attacked by a bear."
Roman looks at him, offended.
"Do I look like a fucking bear?"
Greg looks like he's going to answer but then looks past Roman and freezes.
"Well, not for me. You certainly don't have the stature," Roman hears Lukas's voice behind him.
Great, fucking Lukas Matsson is here too, Roman thinks as he turns to look at him, surprised at how close they are.
"And you're much prettier and hotter."
"Do you think bears are hot?" Roman asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Matsson smiles.
Roman looks at him unimpressed but doesn't move away from Lukas, who looks satisfied with Roman's decision.
"Uhh—it's cold here, eh guys? All uh very Norwegian," Greg says awkwardly.
Right, Roman had forgotten Greg's presence. Did he have to be so embarrassing, and in front of Lukas Matsson of all people?
"Why are you here?" Roman asks Lukas.
The Swede puts his hands in his trouser pockets. His posture slouches a bit, and Roman has noticed that happens to Greg and tall people, but not everyone looks as attractive slouched as Lukas, which is very unfair.
"I heard you scream, so I wanted to know what it was about," Lukas explains.
Roman blushed, feeling like he had overreacted. Everyone on this trip seems to be embarrassing themselves, but maybe these Avatar people are just saying they're acting like Americans.
"I ran into fucking Greg and he scared the shit out of me, man," Roman explains.
"Hm, yeah, he's..." Lukas made gestures with his hands.
Greg looked even more uncomfortable than usual. Roman took pity on him; Lukas had been making fun of all his people since they arrived. They're not his fucking circus.
"Yeah, yeah, very funny," Roman said, but he didn't laugh. "Let's go, Greg."
Greg looked surprised that Roman was talking to him. "Yes, sir! Mission: escort the king!"
Roman immediately regretted his decision. Lukas could say what he wanted about Greg.
"Hey, hey, wait!" Lukas grabbed Roman's arm. "What are you doing?"
"I'm leaving, what does it look like?"
Roman noticed that Greg was watching their exchange with confusion.
"Come with me, I have some good shit in my room."
"No, thanks. Fuck off."
But Lukas doesn't let him go. Instead, he ignores him, grabs him around the waist, and lifts him off the ground a bit as he leads him in what Roman thinks is the direction of his room.
"Good night, Greg," Lukas says with a smile, kidnapper and all, but he never forgets his manners. He's Swedish, after all.
"What the fuck are you doing?!"
Lukas had told him that he had no boundaries. Roman, to be honest, didn't either, but it was strange to be on the receiving end. He was usually the one who bothered people, not the other way around.
"Uh, bye, I guess?" he hears Greg say before he too walks away. What a fucking traitor! He was watching how Lukas was kidnapping him and he didn't say anything. Roman would never stop anyone from making fun of Greg again. Actually, he's going to join in.
Roman doesn't make physical contact. Like, never. Actually, he does, but it's kind of a mutual agreement. With Brex, he knew exactly what was going on. They knew what they had and set boundaries - no feelings, nothing complicated.
It had also been like that with Tabs. They didn't have sex, but they shared another type of intimacy: a domestic and friendly intimacy. Roman could sleep with her. It wasn't uncommon for them to cuddle. Roman would even give her a massage - a shitty one, but he liked their dynamic. She understood immediately that Roman didn't like being pressured. She had never said they were dating, and she hadn't demanded it either. Tabs was with him because she liked him, and they had a really good time together. They were friends.
But Lukas? Roman doesn't know what he has with Lukas. He doesn't know his intentions, what he wants from him, and it causes him uncertainty. It also makes him curious. Everything the Swede says annoys Roman. He's annoying, insensitive, and he always thinks he's right. God knows why Roman finds him attractive.
Well, he's fucking attractive. A viking with an eight pack. But it's not just that he's fucking handsome. There's something about his horrible personality that attracts Roman to the point that he has to hide his fucking smile. His psychiatrists had told him something about being attracted to humiliation and dredging, and Lukas had no problem with humiliating him. And fuck, he needs to meet with his psychiatrist.
"You are very thin and—" Lukas says, ignoring Roman's protests. "Tiny."
"You know that kidnapping is illegal, right?"
"I don't care, my lawyers are better than yours."
Lukas leaves Roman on the ground but doesn't let go. He puts one of his hands on his waist and guides him to the cabin. Or what Roman thinks is a cabin. He stays in five-star hotels or one of his many mansions around the world. He doesn't stay in shitty places like a fucking tiny house."
"I'm not going to get high with you."
"Why not?"
"Because honestly, I don't trust you," he answers. "This whole thing has felt like nothing more than a trap. Fucking power moves, and you could post some shitty tweet, and I don't want to be involved or be responsible for you."
Lukas stops before opening the door of his shack.
"You don't have to do that, Roman," Lukas looks serious when he says it.
"Yeah, well, but still I'm not getting high with you."
"Okay, we can still do something else." Lukas doesn't take his eyes off Roman. "Drink something, watch a movie, I could—I could pee on your phone again, or something else."
Ohhh, Matsson wants to fuck him.
There's a thin line between revulsion and arousal. For Roman, that line doesn't exist. He shouldn't be so excited at the prospect of Lukas wanting to fuck him, or piss on his phone or something that belongs to him, or even him.
Technically, he and Lukas are doing business. They're in the middle of business deals, and Lukas is a cunt. Roman shouldn't be thinking about having sex with someone who wants to aggressively take over his company; they're enemies. He and Kendall had decided to tank the deal less than an hour ago.
He might as well have a good time before ruining his life; a girl can have hobbies.
"Like a dog marking territory, well maybe Waystar will be yours soon so we can start now with the transfer." And Lukas laughs.
It was the first time Lukas had laughed with Roman since he arrived. Previously, Lukas had only been laughing at him, his family, and the board. Did it feel good to finally have some sort of approval or to break the ice? Roman wasn't sure.
"Are you going to let me into your shack, or are you waiting for us to freeze out here?"
"Have you ever seen a shack?" Lukas questions but still opens the door and invites Roman to enter.
"No," Roman responds. "I'm rich. But I can imagine they might look similar to this."
Lukas closes the door and takes off his jacket and shoes.
"They are," Lukas smiles.
Roman takes off his shoes too, but leaves them scattered on the floor haphazardly. He stretches out on the sofa, letting out a contented sigh as he sinks into the cushions. Lukas sits down beside him, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He offers the glass to Roman, who accepts it with a nod.
"When we first talked, you assured me that I'd never have to talk to your dad," Lukas says, his voice tinged with frustration. "And then you just walked away and abandoned me."
Roman avoids panicking. He took a Xanax a few hours ago. Damn, he should have taken two. He quickly drinks his whiskey.
"Yeah, well, I wasn't expecting that fucking deal. I was there for a merger," he says.
"I told Logan I wanted you at Waystar, that I wanted you working for me. I told him that I like you," Lukas replies.
"Can we not talk about my dad?" Roman's voice sounds broken.
"Why did you choose your siblings? We had a good thing going here, Roman, but you had to get all rebellious," Lukas says.
Lukas smiles and takes the glass from Roman's hand to pour him more whiskey.
"Like a spoiled teenager throwing a tantrum, were you that desperate for daddy's attention?" Lukas says.
"Shut up, that's not—" Roman begins.
"Yes, but it was like that," Lukas interrupts.
"Fuck off, you don't know shit," Roman snaps back.
Lukas takes a seat and puts Roman's feet in his lap. Roman can't find it in himself to care; he feels relaxed even if Lukas is being a jerk.
"Are you dating anyone?" Lukas asks.
Roman doesn't answer immediately.
He doesn't remember dating anyone. Maybe the most serious thing he had was Grace. Maybe Tabs, well, they were friends... and Gerri.
Oh, Ger-bear.
This thing they had was the closest thing to a relationship Roman had ever had. He was honest with her and shared everything, and he doesn't remember caring for anyone the way he did for Gerri. She had helped him and had seen how useful he was. Gerri was probably the only person who noticed him.
But his lack of boundaries and his inability to face his father is what ruined what they had.
Roman will never forgive himself for that, and Gerri probably won't forgive him either.
"No, my ex broke up with me when I sent her dick pics," Roman says.
He doesn't tell Lukas that it was because he accidentally sent one to his father. In that moment, his father decided to fire Gerri.
"Yeah, I get it. My ex got mad at me when I sent her my blood. It was a joke until she decided it wasn't."
Roman should be upset, but he finds it funny because it's something he would expect from Lukas.
"Consent and shit, man. We have to be in the era of cancel culture," Roman laments. "You can't send your blood, you can't show your dick. Now you have to ask permission to masturbate to someone's face. What's the point of being rich then?"
"Yes, we don't have to live with those limits, you and me, I mean," Lukas says.
Lukas's hand is on Roman's ankle. Roman wants to jump out of his skin, but it feels good.
"Do you mean with other people or with each other? Like, do you want to cum on my face without warning?"
Lukas gazes at Roman, his hands tracing up his ankles and along his legs. The only barrier between them is the fabric of Roman's pants.
"You know I want to fuck you, right?" Lukas murmurs.
Roman swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeah, I know, but I don't think it's a good idea."
"Why?" Lukas asks. "Is it because of the deal and your brother?"
"I mean, yes. I'm a Co-CEO, we're supposed to be business partners, HR would give us shit for this." Roman says. "And Shiv wouldn't give a shit but Kendall?"
The truth is that Roman wants to. He knows what this is. When Lukas let him in, Roman knew the implications. But he can't ignore the fact that this is a bad idea.
"You're so desperate for approval," Lukas laughs.
"What? No, fuck off. You don't know shit about me."
"Oh, but I do," Lukas assures. "You're so desperate for attention and approval. Now that Daddy's gone, who are you replacing him with? Kendall?"
He's not close to his cock yet; Lukas is between his calves. From his position, Roman can see the tent in Lukas' pants.
"What about your fascist candidate?" Lukas wears a predatory look. "I've seen it all, the photos and videos. Baby Roy hanging on the arm of America's Mussolini."
And Roman feels his skin tingling as Lukas's words affect him in a good way. He closes his eyes and groans, feeling himself getting harder.
"Lukas," he says, his voice low and breathy.
Lukas moves him into the right position, with Roman's legs on either side of him. Their erections bump together, sending shivers down Roman's spine.
"Has he fucked you yet?" Lukas asks, his voice teasing. "Did you get on your knees for him to reaffirm your support?"
Roman grimaces. "Fuck off, Jesus."
"Would you let him?" Lukas shifts a little closer, and brushes his lips over Roman's. Lukas rocks his hips up, sending a tingle down Roman's spine. He wants this, he wants this so much he can't even articulate it inside of his head. Lukas covers Roman's body with his own, a solid weight pinning Roman to the sofa. He holds Roman's wrists and Roman has never wanted anything more than this.
"I don't know, maybe," Roman replies hesitantly.
Lukas smiles, but it's not friendly.
"No, you wouldn't," he says, his breath warm against Roman's mouth. Then Lukas kisses him, fierce and hard, and it's perfect. Roman moans quietly as Lukas grinds against him.
His heart starts to beat faster as he feels the familiar pull of attraction towards Lukas. Everything feels easy with him, and Roman can't quite tell if it's just physical or if there's something deeper. He realizes that he's a walking contradiction, constantly feeling the need to be touched and pushed despite usually wanting to jump out of his own skin. Perhaps it's a result of feeling like he hasn't been a real person since he saw his father's body being taken away in an ambulance. He just needs to feel something real, and Lukas is offering that intensity and fire that he craves.
"Anyone could see us," Lukas warns, tightening his grip on Roman's wrists while his other hand moves to his cock. Roman can't help but make noises, his breath catching in his throat as Lukas continues to hold him tightly.
Matsson was right - the large window didn't offer much privacy. The view offered by the window was now visible to everyone in the cabins and the open room where a party was taking place.
"You like that, don't you?" Lukas asks, his voice low.
Lukas presses his face into the curve of Roman's neck. He press soft and gentle kisses in the area before starts to form his first deep mark on his neck. Roman can't worry about hiding the hickeys, it feels like there's a fog in his brain.
"Please." He begs. He's not even entirely sure what he's begging for.
"So desperate." Lukas says but licks his neck and steps back, pulling off his t-shirt.
Roman feels relaxed. He feels like putty in Lukas's hand and he can't find the strength to take off his clothes. Luckily for him, Lukas is the one who helps him take off his clothes, leaving him only in his pants.
"You're so hot." Roman blushes and Lukas laughs. "You're a fucking mess. What's up, baby Roy, don't you get many compliments? Daddy didn't give you enough affection?"
"You can't say that shit, jesus." And Roman remembers his dad telling him Are you a sicko?
"Don't act like you don't like it, fucking pervert."
Roman shivers.
"You love this so much, you're so fucked up." Lukas says, sliding his hands up Roman's small frame.
Lukas pressing his mouth to Roman's, stroking his hand down Roman's back until he can cup Roman's arse. Lukas uses one of his hands to play with the button on his pants. "I'm gonna take this off of you."
And he does, slowly taking off Roman's pants while staring intensely at him. Roman can barely see the blue in Lukas's eyes, his pupils dilated and bright. The warm and low light makes for good shadow play on Lukas, highlighting his unfairly attractive features.
Roman is left in nothing but his Calvin Klein.
Lukas stands up to pull his own pants down and Roman's breath catches in his throat when he sees that he's not wearing any underwear.
Lukas raises an eyebrow at his expression.
"Fucking psycho," Roman says.
"More practical like this." He responds by returning to his position between Roman's legs. "What do you want?"
"What? I thought you were going to fuck me however you wanted."
"I'm a generous lover." Lukas shrugged.
"Really?"
"No, not really."
Lukas laughs and, maneuvering Roman's legs, takes off his last piece of clothing.
God, he's an asshole, and Roman's a bit in love.
Lukas settles between his legs but before kissing one of his thighs.
This feels so wrong, it's the only thing keeping him from spiraling down. He doesn't know what he'll feel tomorrow. He'll probably regret it. After all, this is a fucking mistake. His feelings for Lukas are mixed. He hates him deeply, but he wants him. He has this little crush, and it's not the worst relationship he's ever had. Lukas is creepy; he shouldn't trust him, and still, he is about to take his cock. It's unfair that Lukas, even without knowing him, knows how to turn it on.
Lukas lifts Roman's ass so that it's half on top of his own thighs.
"But I heard some things about you," Lukas says, kissing his cheek, his neck, his jaw. "I heard you don't like sex. For a moment, I believed it until someone told me that your personal trainer fucked you."
"That's... did you investigate me?"
"You just need the right incentive." Lukas wraps his hand around Roman's dick and, oh—.
Roman's mind goes blank.
During sex, Roman usually panics, but this time he's so dissociated that he doesn't have the strength to panic. Lukas's touch sends an electric shock through his body, and maybe this will make him react.
He's been consuming an insane amount of Xanax and pills that shouldn't be in his hands. Now he's possibly using sex as a defense mechanism, maybe he's depressed, and God, when did he turn into a character from Euphoria?
It's not okay how he's reacting to this. He's flushed and desperate, breathless and hard. Why isn't there a feeling of wanting to vomit?
"Lukas," Roman gasped.
"Maybe I should spank you, your personal trainer does that, right? You're into dirty talk, humiliation, you like it when I suggest people could see us."
Roman tries to hold on, trying to stop himself from coming, but Lukas is barely touching him and he already feels like he's going to cum.
"I just have to figure you out, and it just so happens that I'm an expert at figuring things out." Lukas smacks his arse.
Roman groans loudly, almost like a scream. Precum spurts from the tip of his cock.
"Just have to find the right incentive."
Roman feels like he's high.
Lukas kisses him, biting his lips, his neck, taking his time to form marks on Roman. And Roman doesn't complain; his hands are on Lukas's back and head.
He closes his eyes and enjoys the sensation, the touches, the intimacy. He feels like he's levitating. He feels Lukas move away a bit, hears a lid click, and the next thing he knows, Lukas is opening him with his fingers.
"Fuck, fuck, holy shit, Lukas!"
Lukas chuckles softly.
"Look at you, enjoying this. I've been nothing but mean to you and your people, and here you are getting ready to take my cock," Lukas says.
Lukas adds another finger, and Roman can't stop his groans.
"Is this part of the deal? Do you let yourself be fucked to lessen the tension? As if you were an offering?"
"I'm not a fucking whore," Roman manages. "Fuck, I hate you, don't stop, please."
"So only I get special treatment?" Lukas says, rubbing his nose against Roman's. There's a gentle sort of intimacy in the little touches.
Roman doesn't answer; he can't. He's lost in the pleasure and sensation of Lukas's fingers opening him. Lukas is skilled with his hands. He kisses Roman fiercely on the lips and Roman reciprocates. When he traveled to Norway, he never imagined that this would happen, but it doesn't bother him. Maybe Lukas was telling the truth when he said he was a generous lover because he's focused all his attention on Roman, ignoring his own cock.
It doesn't take long for Lukas to open him up.
"Okay, now I'm going to fuck you. Properly."
Roman had seen Lukas' cock before, and he doesn't know how he'll manage to take it inside him. Lukas leans over to grab a condom from the table.
"Wait, wait," Roman says breathlessly. "I'm allergic to latex."
"I know." Lukas leans in and quickly kisses him on the lips.
"What do you mean you know? How the fuck do you know?"
"I told you, I get way too into people," Lukas says as he slips a condom on his cock.
Roman doesn't understand why that answer turns him on. It's a question for his psychiatrists and fucking Freud.
"It might hurt, but you like that shit, don't you?" Lukas adds lube to his cock while Roman is impatient.
Roman whines, and Lukas laughs.
"It's like a switch, say the right things, and you go down. What a pathetic puppy."
And he is. Roman quickly spirals down; before it was Gerri who could get him into this position, and now he's here with Matsson. Roman is sweaty, hot, and crying out to be fucked.
"You're so hot and tiny; it turns me on." Lukas lines his cock up and pushes in.
Lukas is sliding into him slowly but determinedly, and Roman realizes how much he has missed this feeling of being filled and used. He groans as Lukas fills him up.
Lukas takes his time for Roman to adjust, but when he decides it's enough, he begins a relentless rhythm.
What would Kendall say if he saw you like this? if he found out that I was fucking his little brother?" He says, and shoves his cock so hard into Roman. He groans.
Lukas's possessive and territorial attitude is something that Roman finds very attractive, but it's also something he shouldn't like.
It doesn't take long for Lukas to find Roman's prostate; his dick is so big that it hits all the right places.
Lukas bites Roman's neck and digs his fingers into his thigh while the other hand is on his hip. Roman wonders if Lukas had a personal challenge to mark him in every possible place.
Anyone could see or hear them, but Roman and Lukas don't care.
"Please, Lukas I—"
"I bet you would let me cum all over you, even let me pee on you like I did on your cell phone."
"Ah maybe—yes, yes."
"You're so fucked up, but you like that."
Lukas smiles against his lips. "You're so desperate for someone to put you in your place, to give you any attention."
Roman cries out, wanting more, wanting it harder, faster.
"You know, I have no problem with replacing your dad. Actually, I'm already doing it," Lukas says with a smirk, his lips hovering over Roman's.
Sometimes Roman surprises himself at the shit that turns him on. He has so many issues, daddy issues and mommy issues. He's like a psychiatrist's wet dream, Freud would have had a field day with him.
Roman takes his own dick and masturbates.
Lukas's cock stretches him in the most painful and delicious way. Roman digs his nails into Lukas's back as the Swede fucks him hard and brutal. This is what he needs and he doesn't want it to end. At least he will carry Lukas's marks on his body for a while.
A series of loud moans falls from Roman's mouth. He's so close.
"You feel so good."
Lukas fucks him, as rough as he can be, his fingertips pressing bruises into Roman's skin. And it's perfect and terrible, so fucking hot.
Roman gasps for breath, his body contorting as he reaches the brink of orgasm. He lets out a loud cry as he begins to come.
"Ohhh fuck! fuck—"
Lukas grunts at the sound, his movements faltering as he continues to thrust inside him. Despite the intensity of his climax, Lukas keeps pounding into him, his slick, lubed-up dick making wet sounds with each thrust. Roman is hypersensitive and quivering with every motion of Lukas.
When Lukas reaches his climax, it's too much for Roman, and the overstimulation burns across his skin. Lukas spills inside the condom, and growls, the sound muffled by the skin of Roman's neck.
Afterwards, Lukas collapses onto him, and Roman can feel his cock softening inside him, which feels gross. He's wet, his thighs already sticky from the lube, and his stomach and the sofa are stained with his cum.
"You're a pillow princess." Says Lukas after a few minutes.
Roman moans, mortified, as Lukas gets out of him to remove the condom and throws it carelessly to the ground.
"Oh, shut up, please," he says. Lukas laughs at the blush on his cheeks.
"How are you feeling?" he asks, still between Roman's legs. Everything is wet and dirty, and god, Roman loves it.
I think you're breaking my fucking legs," says Roman.
Lukas kisses his forehead and pulls him close.
"You're going to feel me for days," says Lukas, sounding fond and tender. It's all so horribly intimate that Roman doesn't know what to do with himself, but he still wraps his arms around Lukas's shoulders and leans in for a kiss anyway.
Roman feels almost out of it, that hazy feeling that comes with being really drunk or really tired. In this case, it's from being fucked to the core.
"Stay with me," Lukas says, not specifying tonight.
The way he looks at Roman implies there are more implications, as if he wasn't talking about just one night. As if he were asking him to stay for...
No. He can't. "Sure."
Lukas looks satisfied. He smiles at Roman and kisses him softly, a sharp contrast to the brutality that had taken place just a few minutes before.
Somehow, Lukas manages to maneuver them onto the sofa.
It doesn't take long for Lukas to fall asleep, but Roman can't. He's a mess; his life is complicated enough, and now he's added more complications. He doesn't regret what he did with Lukas, but he knows there will be consequences.
He hates that he doesn't care. His father would be so disappointed, but that's the problem; Logan Roy is gone. No matter how much he screws things up, his father isn't around to berate him.
He gets up quietly, grimacing as he puts on his clothes, and leaves.
Things had gone south.
The wonderful sex session did nothing to stop the fight between Roman and Lukas.
When Roman arrived with Kendall, Lukas looked hurt. Roman hadn't stayed, and Lukas was angry. He was even meaner than before, and the fact that Kendall and Roman tanked the deal hadn't helped to deter his rage.
You just fucked yourself.
Now they were on the plane, and Lukas had given them a higher number. Waystar, ATN, his life. Fuck.
It's the first time Roman tries to screw something up, and he does it wrong. He feels like a failure, and now he understands why Lukas is so obsessed with him.
"What's that on your neck?" Shiv asks curiously. "Did you sleep with someone?"
And fuck. Lukas is making a mess of his neck. Roman has to wear layers of makeup, and it's still not enough to cover it up.
"Norway and its fucking weather conditions," Roman answers. "I have fucking sensitive skin. I don't know why I agreed to come."
Shiv doesn't believe him. She looks at him suspiciously.
"Oh yeah, uh, fucking Norway, dude," Greg appears next to them. "The wind, the forest, too many allergies."
Greg is lying. Shiv looks at him confused but decides it's a waste of time to continue the conversation.
When he leaves, Greg is still with him. Roman expects him to blackmail him, but Greg doesn't say anything. He knows that Roman had sex with Lukas, but he keeps it to himself.
Maybe Greg isn't as stupid as Roman thought. He knows that Greg is a leech, full of ambition and always looking to land on his feet. But instead of threatening him, Greg wants to be his ally.
"Well, it's a convenient situation in which you intervened," Roman says. "I won't forget this, cousin Greg."
"I'm your man, I'm your escort."
Greg is so ridiculous.
Roman nods and walks away from Greg to return to his seat.
He checks his phone and sees a message from Lukas.
I have a gift for you. It will be at your house in New York.
When Roman arrives home, he sees a bottle. It doesn't contain blood, but instead urine.
Roman feels a mix of disgust and amusement. He knows Lukas is trying to play a game with him, but he decides to play along.
He sends a text message to Lukas.
Thanks for the gift.
You really shouldn't have.
Lukas responds with a heart emoji and a message that says You're welcome.
Despite the prank, Roman feels a sense of relief that Lukas still wants to communicate with him. They will be okay.