warnings: roman's canon personality, dubcon elements (lightly bc they both def want it), siren vs upir lore, rough-ish sex, kinky stuff, unprotected sex, the show itself is a warning on its own
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"Be careful, Roman, she can tear a throat out faster than you can."
Peter's words drift into his mind, like a whisper of a father warning a child, as Roman rips the buttons down the front of your shirt to expose your chest. Sure, should he heed that warning? Yes, but god it feels so good to have you like this.
All you'd done for the past week was yell at him and be increasingly cold. How was he to know that upirs and sirens were mortal enemies? It isn't even until you had to purr at Peter to leave the room that he even realized you were anything but a human bitch. You'd enchanted him.
"What are you?" He had asked, and you laughed. You fucking laughed; as if he was stupid for not immediately knowing what you were because you immediately knew what he was. As if he was stupid for not knowing his kind and your kind had battled each other for centuries. Upirs had always made the best pirates. Never swayed by a siren's charms, able to slay your mother's sisters for centuries, your blood being the caviar of their appetites.
His plump lips descend upon your cleavage as he distinctly recalls you telling him how one of his kind killed your mother, how you'd had to live on land with your father since then and exactly why your knowledge of half breeds led Peter's cousin Destiny to contacting you. There's something wrong about your actions, the way you're moaning wantonly at the rough kisses of the object of most of your animosity and hate. He traces his lips up further, harshly pressing against your collarbone, teasing at your pulse point. The blood in your veins moves fast, too fast, a reminder that you're so completely not human. If he bit you right now, what would it taste like? How fast would you drain? Quicker? Would you coagulate quicker? Is it even blood in there?
He's teasing you, you realize. You almost wish he'd just bite you, the way he flirts with disaster and your demise really evokes the more nihilist side of you.
You remember the conversation you'd overheard him have with Peter the day before yesterday, specifically the way Peter had to explain to him that just by existing the two of you were bound to hating each other. You could hear the surprise in that tall prick's voice as he asked more and more questions about the history between your kinds and about you in particular. Maybe his ignorance wasn't a reason to hate him, just his personality. It really wasn't his fault no one told him sirens existed. No, sure you'll still hate him; but not for something that isn't his fault. No, if you're gonna still hate the guy it's gonna be for a reason that's at least accurate. It's his personality. That's the issue. That's it.
