If there was one person Roma hated, it would be Holland.
He hated him with an intensity that surprised even himself sometimes. It wasn't just jealousy, though there was plenty of that. It was something deeper. Something that ate at him every time he saw that quiet, infuriating smile. Something that kept him up at night, turning over scenarios in his head, imagining all the ways he could make Holland disappear.
Roma couldn't understand how one person could look so gorgeous and quiet and still have everything going well for him. It didn't make sense. The world didn't work like that. Beautiful people struggled. Quiet people got overlooked. That was the natural order of things. Roma had learned that lesson young—you had to fight for everything, claw for every scrap of attention, work twice as hard just to be noticed.
But Holland had somehow broken all the rules.
