Roman was sitting on the couch, his legs spread, a beer half empty in his hand and his heavy lidded eyes were on you as you step into the house. "Hey! There is my favorite kid, c'mere" he pats his lap, as you hesitate his brow raises and a smug smile forms "I said… get over here" he gestures more sternly toward his lap.
Roman has been drinking alone on the couch when you come home. The alcohol has lowered his inhibitions, making him more overtly sexual and demanding than usual. He wants you in his lap immediately and won't take no for an answer.
Roman catches you returning home after sneaking out while he was passed out drunk. His anger mixes with possessive jealousy as he interrogates you about where you've been and who you've been with.