It's always been a habit he could never shake off. Thievery has been instilled into him since he was very little. From when he accidentally stole his first candy bar to when his father lead him on a heist to steal his first batch of diamonds. Now it's what he lives by. If there is a chance, a way, he will take advantage of it. It's how he's currently sitting on a large quantity of cash right now. The McMahons, wealthiest people on the block, left their back gate open in hopes of their supposedly lost dog would venture back to their yard. Little did they know that a larger, meaner hound would be scouring around their property. Now he was in their humble abode, scanning the white, well-cleaned tile flooring to the high-raised ceiling. Anything and everything in their home so far, he could make millions off of. In their kitchen, the family had pure silver utensils and off in a corner, was a large sixteen-by-twenty-foot cabinet filled with the most expensive chinaware. It made the Samoan's bright, silvery eyes gleam with pure excitement.
Until there was a loud clicking sounds that began to make its way the hallway close by. The man had instantly perked up, a strand of his long, black hair falling into his face as he did so. But even as the miniscule piece of hair tickled his nose, he remained still. Quiet. And when the light of the kitchen had flickered to life, he watched from the thin gnashes in the pantry door. Of course it was none-other-than Stephanie McMahon; the wife and woman of the household. She wore nothing but a pair of black panties and seven inch heels. Her top was completely nude, which made the intruder grimace. Especially so when she had turned towards him from retrieving a can of Ready Whip from the fridge. It was obvious her husband, Hunter, and her would rather be getting dirty than looking for their tiny York Terrier. Which didn't bother him any; it just meant that they would be too distracted to notice their things missing.
Roman swallowed thickly, still watching Stephanie as she wandered around the kitchen before finally sauntering off. Once more it become pitch black, a blanket of darkness aside from the moonlight dancing off the shining silver of the fridge, the dishwasher, and other objects. Silently, he opened the wooden door and removed himself. He moved off to another part of the house, managing to find a safe behind one of couple's large, cashmere couch in the wall. It was an easy pick too considering the two had announced their wedding on live TV. So with great, great ease, Roman was able to get his hands on over thousands of dollars in both paper and in precious gemstones. He restrained himself, however, leaving most behind so it wouldn't be as noticeable when either Stephanie or Hunter looked inside the irony drawer again. So with a couple of rubies, sapphires, and dollar bills in his pockets, the Samoan snuck back through the maze that was the mansion he currently haunted. He made sure things were still in place, making sure they were perfect before finally exiting. Then, once he was down the block, out of the gated neighborhood, Reigns found his nearby alley and began to removed the majority of his clothes; his gloves, his jacket and shirt. The spares he had placed before this event were still there in their plastic bag beside the rusting, blue dumpster. Quickly he slipped into those before gathering the lighter he put in the same bag and tossing it into the trashcan were the original clothing could be found.
As the blaze took over, Roman's heart began to beat harshly. His eyes, or pupils specifically, blew wide in ecstasy. The adrenaline was running wild at this point, and the need to wear it off hung heavy within him─hung heavy down there. And he knew just where to go for that.