You got the raise. The watch. The title that impresses people at parties. Roman got them too. Then he realized the price was his entire life.
Gold watch ticking down hours he'll never get back. Red tie knotted tight like a noose with better branding. Lighter flick: the only thing he controls in a world that owns him.
Because Roman is your Sunday night anxiety. Your Monday morning dread. The version of you that sits in traffic wondering if this is it. The version that checks bank accounts instead of heartbeats.
He's not a rebel. He's a warning. And you can't look away.
Look at him. That's you if you stopped pretending the hustle is worth it. If you stopped calling burnout "grinding." If you stopped answering emails at dinner.
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