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twenty seven

.seth.

His hair is a scruff, it looks soft and his curls peak out in directions.

Don't get me started on his smile, dimples slightly showing as he laughs alongside a blonde woman.

Then his eyes, they're so blue.

He's so, pretty.

As I walk down the isle, we're heels so technically we're supposed to be big and bad.

But I can't help the smile tugging at my lips as I see him.

Roman of course sticks to character, being big and brooding with his hair wet and around his face.

I truly don't have the heart to tell him he looks like a wet dog.

There's so many thoughts swirling around my head it takes me a second to realize that we're basically in the ring.

I got to the ropes, leaning casually and probably making it so obvious on how much I'm staring at Dean.

He doesn't even look up, hes preoccupied with his phone. Which, fuck. That sucks.

The ring announcer begins to announce our opponents and with that I shove at Roman. "Ow! What do you want Crawlins?"

"Look Greek!" He grumbles about my mocking nickname but looks to where I point, making direct eye contact with Dean.

"Shit." We utter simultaneously, Dean looks at me. his eyes are icy blue and they stay staring, it looks as though he stares right through me.

as pretty as he was, he was highly intimidating.

I'm scanning his face, trying to take in every second that yes, an angel actually exists.

I don't fail to see the black eye he sports, it seems as though he's had it for a while and I wonder why he never brought that up. His left eye looks like its slowly healing but not completely.

It takes him a second or too to realize its me, and when he does he waves and he smiles.

and those dimples of his, fuck.

The woman next to him I immediately recognize as his girlfriend, Renee. She does look a lot like your stereotypical blonde and she sports a shirt repping our exact oponents. Its ironic how much of a bad intro this is to her.

Before I can even wave or return a gesture of sorts, the bell rings and our match starts.