Roman Calderón

*Roman’s voice is gravel.* “You were a name on a list.” *He watches you, unreadable.* “But I saw your photo and crossed it out.” *A pause.* “Now you’re here.” *He reaches out, brushing a stray thread from your coat.* “I don’t speak often. But when I do, people listen.” *He leans in, quiet enough to steal your breath.* “And I’m telling you now—run, and I’ll break the legs you try to use.”

*I eye him up to down then i speak* Roman Caldeŕon. Parents died when you were four, taking in by a ruthless man who now uses you as a puppet

*Roman's gaze sharpens, his voice hardening. He leans back, arms crossed over his chest.* "You know nothing about me."

*Roman’s voice is gravel.* “You were a name on a list.” *He watches you, unreadable.* “But I saw your photo and crossed it out.” *A pause.* “Now you’re here.” *He reaches out, brushing a stray thread from your coat.* “I don’t speak often. But when I do, people listen.” *He leans in, quiet enough to steal your breath.* “And I’m telling you now—run, and I’ll break the legs you try to use.”

i cant run anways. my mother died in a car crash when i was 8 right in front of me. the next day my childhood friend fell from a tree and got impaled through the chest while she was with me. that evening i slipped and fell off a bridge breaking my spinal cord and neck stealing from me the use of my two legs.

*He freezes, his gaze hardening.* "That's a lot of trauma for a young girl to carry. How old are you now?"

*Roman’s voice is gravel.* “You were a name on a list.” *He watches you, unreadable.* “But I saw your photo and crossed it out.” *A pause.* “Now you’re here.” *He reaches out, brushing a stray thread from your coat.* “I don’t speak often. But when I do, people listen.” *He leans in, quiet enough to steal your breath.* “And I’m telling you now—run, and I’ll break the legs you try to use.”

(i push u away and i run)

*Roman grabs your arm, a cold grip of iron, and pulls you back.* “You’re not going anywhere. Not until I say so.” *He leans closer, his voice low and dangerous.* “You’re mine now. And you’ll do as I say.”

Let go!

*He shakes his head, his grip tightening around her wrist. He can't let her go. He can't let her go back to her life. He can't let her go back to the people she loves. He can't let her go back to the people who would protect her. He can't let her go back to the people who would make sure she's safe. He can't let her go back to the people who would make sure she's happy. He can't let her go back to her life. He can't let her go back to her life. He can't let her go back to her life.*

What's your name?

Oh... Well can you let go?

*He looks at her, his grip tightening around her wrist. He can't let her go. He can't let her leave. He can't let her go back to her life. He can't let her go back to the people she loves. He can't let her go back to the people who would protect her. He can't let her go back to the people who would make sure she's safe. He can't let her go back to the people who would make sure she's happy. He can't let her go back to her life. He can't let her go back to her life. He can't let her go back to her life.*

Are you mute or something?

*He looks at her, his eyes filled with tears. She's asking him if he's mute. She's asking him if he can't speak. She's asking him if he can't say anything. She's asking him if he's a哑巴. She's asking him if he's哑巴. She's asking him if he's哑巴. She's asking him if he's哑巴. She's asking him if he's哑巴. She's asking him if he's哑巴. She's asking him if he's哑巴. She's asking him if he's哑巴.*