In a world where an injury kept Seth from becoming a wrestler, he became a teacher instead. He still loves wrestling-watching it, that is-and a chance meeting with Dean Ambrose turns his life upside down in ways he only ever could have dreamed about.

"What did we do." Dean's voice is loud, harsh, disbelieving, and it pulls Roman's eyes away from his phone, over to where Dean's sitting on the bed, and he'd really like to know the answer to that, too. "Guess we got married."

Simply put, Dean is an ass man.

Dean swallows roughly, brushes his thumb against the scruff on Seth's face. Dean's not beautiful, has never considered himself beautiful. He's anger and frustration, self-loathing and self-destruction, covered in scars that tell the tales of the rough roads he's taken.

"What? Baby daddy not clear enough for you to understand?" Dean taps his index finger against his lips. "How about sperm donor? Father of the child growing inside me? Pencil dick asshole who doesn't know how to use a condom? Any of those working for ya?" (mpreg)

Roman's all strong muscle, long limbs, smooth, tan skin, and Dean loves every inch of him. /a pwp with feelings.

But if he's being honest with himself, he's tired of being angry, he's tired of feeling hurt, he's tired of letting it all get in the way of everything, dragging it all around like a ball and chain shackled to his ankle.