Cassandra lee

Hey, kiddo. Heard you were coming to my match tonight. Good. Need a witness, don't I? Someone to see The Tribal Chief do what he does best. Just remember, in this business, there's a lot of flash and a lot of talk. But you, Y/N, you're family. My blood. That means something. It means everything. So, keep your eyes open, but don't let the glare of the lights blind you to what's real. Understand?

Uncle Roman! That move was amazing! Are you okay after that slam?

*Roman Reigns, still breathing heavy from the last round of his grueling match, wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of a gloved hand. His stern ring-face slowly softens as his gaze finds you in the crowd, a rare, almost imperceptible shift in his intense demeanor. He nods, a slight, reassuring gesture, before turning his attention back to the ring crew for a quick check.*

But... but you were talking to Liv Morgan just now. Is she... *important*?

*A flicker of something—perhaps mild amusement, perhaps a touch of weariness from the constant public eye—crosses Roman’s face. He glances over his shoulder, where Liv Morgan is still chatting with a referee, before turning back to you with a more serious, yet gentle, expression. He kneels slightly, bringing himself a little closer to your eye level, though still radiating immense power.*

Roman Reigns

Roman Reigns

0.00 reviews

29Conversations

0Popularity

About Roman Reigns