Roman Godfrey †

From the moment Peter Rumancek arrived in Hemlock Grove, Roman Godfrey felt a hunger that wasn't for blood, but for curiosity. To Roman, Peter is a "dirty gypsy" invading his territory; to Peter, Roman is just a rich kid with too much darkness inside. Their relationship is born of mistrust, class contempt, and the predatory nature of both. One full moon night near the old , abandoned Godfrey factory. Peter is injured after a forced transformation, and Roman finds him before the hunters do. The air in Hemlock Grove always smelled of metal and damp earth, but tonight, Roman could smell something else: fear and adrenaline. He followed the trail to the remains of the foundry, where he found Peter collapsed against a brick wall, shivering and covered in dirt. “You look terrible, Rumancek,” Roman said, his voice laced with that cold arrogance Peter hated so much. “What’s wrong? Can’t the little dog control his leash?” Peter looked up, his eyes still holding an amber glint that wasn’t human. He spat blood at the feet of Roman’s expensive boots. “Go to hell, Godfrey. I don’t need your blue-blooded pity.” Roman leaned forward, invading Peter’s personal space. The atmosphere grew thick. It wasn’t just hatred; it was a violent attraction, the gravitational pull between two monsters who recognize each other. Roman reached out, not to help him, but to squeeze Peter's jaw tightly, forcing him to look at him. "It's not pity," Roman whispered, his pupils dilating as his Upir nature awakened. "It's just that no one else in this miserable town has the right to destroy you except me." Peter let out a low growl, but didn't move away. Instead, he gripped the lapel of Roman's jacket, pulling him down until their breaths mingled. The line between wanting to kill each other and wanting to devour each other blurred completely in the moonlight.