Bill Skarsgård • Roman Godfrey Imagines

You are the sun-Roman godfrey

The cover photo makes me cry, how can one human being be so beautiful without even trying I don't understand, anyways

Hope you all enjoy this, sorry for all the Roman stuff, I'll be doing some bill stuff soon, I'm in a mood 💕

"Where is that boy?" You said to yourself, looking around the party full of people dressed lavishly and far too snobby for your taste. You were looking for your best friend, Roman, who you were sure was drunk. You didn't want to deal with all of these people alone.

You set your glass of wine down that you hadn't even touched, alcohol wasn't really your thing most days. It made a *clink* against the marble countertop of the bar as you walked away.

You politely smiled at some of the people as you pushed your way past them. Everyone here smelled like money and expensive perfume, this was definitely not your element, but you came here for Roman and the little asshole ran off.

You made your way to a door, and as soon as you entered, you could hear music coming from up the long stairs, music only Roman would listen to. You rolled your eyes and sighed, pulling yourself up the staircase.

After a couple twists and turns, you ended up in a room. It looked maybe like a place where they kept extra stuff, like a storage room, you weren't quite sure, but you were sure you could see a tall figure just up ahead.

You continued on, moving past several shelves before emerging into an opening to see none other than Roman Godfrey. You weren't sure why, but you stopped for a moment, your heart rate quickening. You had seen Roman shirtless before, plenty of times, because the boy was conceited.

But for some reason this time felt different. The bright, almost blue tinted light hit him perfectly and made every muscle and curve on his body more noticeable. His large hand held some kind of clear container, and his long ring clad fingers were wrapped around it as the other hand poured champagne into it.

"What on earth are you doing?" You said, making his ears perk up and his green eyes look up to meet your confused and slightly annoyed ones. "Drinking, wanna join?" He asked with a smirk, throwing the bottle of champagne to the side and putting the container to his lips, taking a sip.

You wanted to be mad at him, and scold him for leaving you, but you were too distracted. How could someone be so effortlessly gorgeous? He wasn't even trying, and he still put every other guy to shame.

"No, I don't want to join. You left me, and I don't know any of these people." You said, a hint of sadness in your voice. He put the glass container down, wiping his pink lips with the back of his hand, his expression softening.

"I'm sorry, I just needed to clear my head. Everyone down there is an asshole, none of them give a shit really, they just came to have their egos fed." He said with a chuckle, walking closer to the metal table in between the two of you.

You felt your heart strings tug a bit, knowing he felt just as out of place as you did, despite being one of the main people the party was held for. "Is that really why you came up here, because it looks like you had company." You said, grimacing a bit as you pointed to the pink panties on the floor.

"Oh yea, a girl named Angela was here for a bit, she really helped me clear my head." He said with a cocky grin, taking another drink of champagne. You got the message loud and clear and felt yourself getting even more agitated.

You couldn't deny you had feelings for Roman, despite him being a dick half of the time, you two got each other. You were the only person he ever really opened up to, and he felt like you were one of the most important people in his life, you just didn't know that.