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Roman

As I lounged on my luxurious bed, a soft breeze fluttered through the gauzy curtains, casting dancing shadows across the floor. My husband, Roman Reigns, was away at work again, his muscular frame clad in a tight black T-shirt and jeans I picked out, what could I say, I loved dressing my man.

Despite his grueling schedule, he always made sure to make time for me, and I was eternally grateful for that.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. I sat up, my curiosity piqued. "Come in," I called out, my voice sweet and melodious. The door swung open to reveal two of Roman's co-workers, their faces twisted in anger.

"We came to talk to you about something," Rhea sneered. "You think you can just walk all over us, huh?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Walk all over you?" I repeated. "I've barely even met either of you. I'm not sure what you're talking about."

Charlotte stepped forward, his expression even more twisted. "Yeah, well, we heard how you talked to Roman about us, and we just want you to know that we don't appreciate it."

"Talked to Roman about you?" I repeated, feigning innocence. "He never tells me anything about his work. You must be mistaken."

Their anger only seemed to fuel them further. "You're a spoiled brat, you know that?" Rhea spat. "Roman thinks you can do no wrong, but we see right through you."

I paused for a moment, my expression softening. "Oh, I'm sorry you feel that way," I said sincerely. "I know Roman appreciates how hard you work for him. If there's anything I can do to make things better, just let me know."

The both of them exchanged glances, clearly unconvinced by my response. "We just want you to understand that we're not going to put up with your attitude anymore," Rhea growled. "We're going to talk to Roman about this."

And with that, they turned on their heels and left the room, slamming the door behind them. I watched them go, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips. I knew Roman would understand. He always did.

Soon enough, Roman came home, his arms laden with gifts for me. He'd heard about the incident with his co-workers and had immediately apologized to them on my behalf. I could tell he was upset with them for speaking to me like that. But Roman never blamed me for anything.

"There you are, my love," he said, setting the bags down on the bed and kneeling beside me. "I've got some things for you to make up for the trouble those idiots caused."

I looked up at him, my eyes shining. "Roman, you don't have to do that."

He smiled reassuringly. "Of course I do. Now, close your eyes and make a wish."

I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of his hand as it rested on my cheek. A soft laugh escaped my lips as I imagined all the wonderful things I could wish for. But in that moment, all I really wanted was him.

"My wish," I whispered, "is for us to be together forever."

His fingers traced my jawline, lifting my chin until our eyes met. "That," he said, his voice soft and steady, "is a wish that I can guarantee comes true."

He leaned in, pressing his lips against mine with a tenderness that made my heart ache. His touch was featherlight, a dance of fingers and lips that left me breathless. I could feel the warmth of his body against mine, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as it echoed through me.

As the kiss deepened, I could feel the tension seep out of my body, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment. There was no one else in the world that I trusted more than Roman. No one else who could make me feel this way.

When he finally pulled back, I found it difficult to focus on anything other than the desire to feel his lips on mine again. He smiled down at me, his eyes shining with the same love and adoration that I felt for him.

"Now," he said, "open your eyes."

I did as he asked, blinking up at him. He was still kneeling beside the bed, but now he had one hand behind his back, as if he was hiding something. "Go on," he urged, "take a look."

Curious, I sat up a little bit, leaning forward. He handed me a small, velvet box, and as I took it, my heart skipped a beat. Inside, sparkling against the black velvet, was the most beautiful diamond ring I'd ever seen.

"Roman," I breathed, my voice shaking with emotion. "It's... it's perfect."

He smiled, taking my hand in his. "It's not just a ring, you know," he said, his voice husky. "It's a promise. A promise that no matter what happens, I'll always be by your side. That I'll always love you, and cherish you, and protect you."

Tears filled my eyes as I looked at him, his love for me shining so brightly it hurt. "I love you, Roman," I whispered. "I've always loved you."

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine again, his tongue dancing with mine in a tender, passionate duet. I could feel the ring against my finger, a tangible symbol of our eternal bond.

As the kiss deepened, I knew that no matter what challenges life might throw our way, we would face them together. Because with Roman by my side, there was nothing we couldn't overcome. There was nothing we couldn't have.

A/N: Pt.2 of 'your not going anywhere' will be out soon! Please vote to show support!❤️