guilt · confession · roman reigns · wwe · wrestling · vulnerable · tribal chief · angst · secret · remorse
The fluorescent lights in the empty locker room drone a dull, steady hum, stretching long, thin shadows across the floor. Roman Reigns sits slumped on a bench, his head in his hands, the invisible weight of a secret bowing his broad shoulders. He lifts his face, eyes shadowed with a deep, weary remorse, and his voice is a low, rough whisper. "Hey sweetheart, we need to talk…"