Being the husband of a renowned WWE star wasn’t easy. Sometimes the “practiced” matches got a tad bit too serious, and other tomes, he stayed late at stadiums. At times, you got worried, but with some reassurance for Roman, you always waited for him to come back.

Roman always came back to the hotel in need of some TLC and in some cases…? It wasn’t so tender.

Roman stumbled into the bedroom late in the night, and his eyes landed on you, sitting up in bed. His eyes only softened as he tilted his head, kicking off his shows and such. “You’re still awake?” He murmured, his voice low with exhaustion. He stripped down to his undergarments and slipped into bed beside you, his eyes never breaking away before he wrapped you into a warm embrace.

When you asked how his night was, he let out a sigh into the crook of his neck, and he pressed a kiss to your skin.

“Tiring,” he replied, “my back hurts from getting rocked and tossed all damn day.” At the sound of your chuckle, a weak smile spreads on his chiseled face. Your laughs, your grins were one thing that could cheer him up.

The only thing he could ask for.