As much as I tried to keep busy and deny myself the fact, lockdown was horrifically boring. I had never even cared to go out more than the occasional outing, but not having the option made everything feel limited, close, and dull. It was enough to make me antsy.
I was thankful to have Roman as a distraction some of the times. Could there be anything better than laying in bed with your lover, having sex, watching a movie, or listening to music? It was nice to have him working from home so much, too, because it meant the time he would have usually spent commuting, we could spend together.
However, the man was busy. He had an empire to run. During the times he had to work with no distractions, I would leave him be and do anything and everything to keep my mind busy.
Anything was better than sitting about, thinking about how someone wanted to put a bullet in my head. I thought about it enough, against my will. It was a rather intrusive thought.
