One

His potential roommate was a beauty. Dean Ambrose could barely keep his eyes off of him.

With long black hair, piercing grey eyes and caramel skin, he was like a statue come to life. But why he was here in this crummy apartment that was falling apart by the second was another story altogether.

Dean needed money. Badly. A struggling artist, he barely made rent every month, his sole source of income from the paintings he sold at the local farmers' market. His landlord, Daniel Bryan, tried his best to give him leeway on payment but there was always so much he could delay.

He watched Grey Eyes inspect the room furnished with a single bed with chipped wooden frame and windows that could use some repairs. It was no hotel room and Dean had no doubt that he would not be interested. After all the last two people weren't and this beauty would almost certainly be the third. He did not belong in a place like this.

He stood out too, wearing a business suit with a leather bag slung over his shoulder.

Grey Eyes was now looking at the television on the old console table.

"It doesn't work well," Dean admitted, scratching his bearded chin. "You have to hit it a few times before the screen shows."

"It's okay," Grey Eyes said, his deep voice caressing Dean's skin. "I'm handy with electronics."

"You an electrician or something?" Stupid question, he knew but he was nervous standing in front of this gorgeous human being who was looking at him now with a smile that could light up a room.

"No. My grandfather was though."

"Oh." He was dying to know more. Face it, Ambrose. He's out of your league.

"I'm a writer."

"Like for newspapers?"

"Books. Well, just a book so far. I'm working on the second one." Grey Eyes gazed around the room before shaking his head. "I'm sorry. Where are my manners? I'm Roman Reigns."

"You wrote that book about the zombie apocalypse," Dean gasped. "The Z Wars."

"That's the one," Roman beamed.

"Dude, I've read that book thrice." He scratched his head. "Well, it's my fourth time now."

"Well, you'll be glad to know that the second one is in the midst of being written like I said."

"I can't wait."

Okay, he was wrong. Roman had a smile that could melt an iceberg. Dean wished he had worn a better outfit than the one he had on now: black tank top over tattered jeans. A man like him should have some dressed to the nines. "How long have you lived here?" the author asked.

"About five years. It's a lovely neighborhood. There's a farmers' market that's not far from here. You can get fresh berries and vegetables from there. I love the oatmeal praline cookies there."

"Now you've made me hungry."

Dean flashed him a grin. "I'm not sorry. Those are amazing cookies."

"How soon can I move in?" Roman asked.

"I guessed that you wouldn't like it. No one…" He stopped and gawked. "What did you say?"

"How soon can I move in?"

"You realise that you can do better than this place."

"Maybe but I think it has the ambience I'm looking for my writing. I love it."

He had to be dreaming. The Roman Reigns wanted to rent this room? "You can move in anytime you want."

"Great. I'll be bringing my stuff over tomorrow." He grabbed Dean's hand and shook it. "It's going to be awesome rooming with you, Dean."

"Can't wait."


Roman Reigns finished packing the last of his clothes into his luggage while his best friend, Kevin Owens, looked on. For years, they had been sharing this three bedroom apartment in an upper middle class neighborhood before Kevin got serious with a tribute band singer, Chris Jericho. "It's going to be lonely without you," the brunette complained.

"No, it's not," Roman chuckled. "Chris will be moving in soon."

"Chris isn't you."

"Yeah well you both need your privacy."

"So who is this guy? I mean no offense but that apartment sounds like a dump."

"It's run down but it will do."

"The owner must be cute if you are willing to overlook that."

The Samoan man zipped up his bag. "He's adorable," Roman admitted, smiling fondly at the thought of Dean. He hadn't been attracted to anyone this way since… well, forever. There was something about the blue eyed man that captured his attention.

Maybe it was how raw he came across, how natural. There was nothing that screamed pretense about him. He seemed to be a genuine person.

"Adorable, huh?"

"Yeah. Auburn hair, blue eyes, dimples… nice butt."

Kevin burst out laughing. "What if Dimples has a boyfriend? Did you ever think about that before you agreed?"

"Dean doesn't… at least I don't think so. I didn't see any pictures. I saw paintings and rough sketches though so I assume he's an artist."

"Dean, huh? Were you eye humping each other?"

"No!" Roman protested. "I was afraid to. I mean what if he got weirded out?"

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"Nice. We're going to bring up what happened in sixth grade?"

"We're always going to bring up what happened in sixth grade."

Roman pulled his hair into a ponytail. "Anyways, once the novel's completed, I can finally take a vacation."

"With Dean?" Kevin teased.

"You're asking for an ass whooping."


"Do you have a Valentine?"

Dean shook his head at Seth Rollins, his best friend since elementary school. "Nope. I have chocolates though." He held out a box of Cadbury's. "Want one?"

Seth had stopped by after work as was his routine before he returned to the apartment he shared with his older boyfriend, Hunter. "How about you let me set you up on a date?"

"Uh no thank you. Do you want those chocolates?"

"Nobody should be alone on Valentine's Day, Dean."

"And they should have cancelled The Simpsons a long time ago but you don't see that happening, do you?" Dean popped a piece of heart shaped chocolate in his mouth. "Besides, I can't go on a date. I have a new roommate who's moving in tomorrow."

And boy, could he not wait. Roman was so beautiful it was unreal. He wondered what it would be like to kiss those luscious lips. A man like had to have someone equally beautiful. There was no way he was single.

Dean felt his mood slightly dampened at that thought.

"You mean you finally found someone who wants to rent that room?" his best friend inquired.

"Yep."

"Leave him the key under the flower pot or something. Then you can go out with my mystery date."

Dean shook his head vehemently. "Seth, we've been through this a million times. I do not want a pity date. Least of all with someone of your picking."

"Hey!" Seth huffed. "I have good taste."

"You got lucky with Hunter."

"Please don't say that around him. I'll never hear the end of it."

"Seriously though: how did you get so lucky dating a man who happens to be your boss by the way… who happens to adore you?"

"I don't know." Seth got up from the sofa and stretched his hands. "I do not envy you though, Deano. When was the last time you got laid?"

His best friend had selective memory. "A week ago, Seth. I picked him up from Harry's Bar, remember? You were there with Hunter. We were celebrating his promotion."

"Oh right." Seth picked up his rolls of blueprints and drawings. "Urgh I have to go home and look over these again." His best friend worked as an architect and was currently working on designs of a new stadium. "They keep asking me to change it."

"Good luck," Dean teased. "I do not envy you."

"You…"


Roman moved into Dean's apartment the next morning at ten with two luggages and a laptop. He was sure it would be the start of something wonderful. He could just feel it.

The auburn haired artist helped him with the bags, offering to help him unpack. "I'll be fine," he assured Dean. "Besides, I don't have much packed."

"I can see that," Dean grinned.

Those dimples were going to be a huge distraction for him. A welcomed one at that. And those baby blue eyes… He was getting hot just looking at him. The Samoan man removed his hoodie revealing a sleeved tribal tattoo on his muscular arm. Placing a bag on the bed, he unzipped it and began to take out his clothes.

"That's a work of art."

"Thanks. Took me seventeen hours to get it done."

"Seventeen?" Dean whistled. "That's dedication."

"Oh yeah. It was something I was itching to do for a long time." He smiled at Dean. "It's Valentine's Day."

"Huh? Oh yeah it is."

"Have anything special planned?"

"Nah. I don't have a date. Haven't dated in a long time."

"Oh?"

"I just haven't met anyone I've been attracted to in a huge way."

"You're looking for fireworks?"

"As cliche as it sounds, yes. I guess I am but those are rare. At least for me anyway." Dean scratched the back of his neck, seemingly uncomfortable. "I'll leave you to your unpacking. I'll be in my room if you need anything."

"Okay." For some reason, Roman didn't want him to leave. "Thank you for everything."

"Are you kidding me?" Dean replied. "I should be thanking you. The two people who viewed this place couldn't have left it any faster. They were spooked out."

"I write about zombies so I have nothing to fear."

"That's true."

Roman stared at the black shorts in his hand, an idea forming in his head. Once it took shape, it was too late to ignore it. "Listen, this is going to sound strange," he said slowly. "But it's Valentine's Day and nobody should be alone on it. What do you say we go out tonight?"

Dean stared at him. "Really? Like you and me?"

"Yeah, you and me. We could have dinner and stuff." Well, maybe something fun would be better. Roman didn't wish to scare him away.

"I… well, sure. Thank you, Roman. I look forward to it."

"Me too."

A/N I hope you guys liked this chapter. It will be a fluffy three parter with Ambreigns :-) If you want smut, do let me know too lol