The bell rung, signaling that the day at school was coming to an end. Roman gathered up his stuff, headed out of the classroom. It had been such a busy day for him. He had so much work to catch up on, even though it was only November. He was also working on an important project for one of his classes. But no matter how busy he was, he always made time to see his boyfriend, Dean Ambrose.

They had been together for quite a long time, since their sophomore year. They were now in their senior year and the two of them were practically inseperable.

Roman had plans for them after they graduated. He was going to take Dean on a trip, to Hawaii. He was going to surprise him with it and something else while they were away.

At home, just sitting inside a desk drawer, was a box that had a silver ring in it, with small saphire diamonds on it. He was planning on proposing to Dean. They might be very young, but Roman knew he wanted to spend his whole life with Dean already.

He was so lost in his thoughts, that he wasn't watching where he was going. He ended up bumping into his friend, Seth Rollins.

"Oh, sorry about that, Seth. I didn't mean to run into you like that."

"Its fine, Roman. Don't worry about it. Where were you going in such a rush?"

"I was going to go see Dean before going home. He's taking some after school classes for piano lessons."

"Oh? I didn't know he played the piano."

"You would if you spent more time with us. You never talk or hang out with us anymore like you used to."

Ever since telling Seth that he and Dean were together, Roman had noticed that his friend had become very distant from the both of them. He didn't know why. Maybe Seth was jealous because it was Roman that Dean was in love with and not him? Seth and Dean used to be very close and Roman knew of their past relationship with each other. It didn't work out, Dean didn't feel the same way for Seth. He saw him more as a best friend and not as a lover.

"I've been busy." Seth said. "School, working at a new job."

"Yeah, well. You could at least make time to stop by and see us every now and then."

"I know. One of these days I will. I just been more worried about my future, getting my life together."

"I understand. Its just that we miss you."

"Yeah, I miss you guys, too. Well, you better get going. Dean's waiting for you."

"Alright. I'll see you around, Seth. Call me sometime will you?"

"Will do."

000000

Roman headed over to the room where Dean took his piano lessons. There he was, the love of his life. He was facing away from him, reading a book. Roman came up behind him, wrapping his arms around him.

"Hey baby." He said, kissing his cheek.

"Rome." Dean smiled, turning his head to capture Roman's lips in a sweet, passionate kiss.

"Mm. I want you come home with me. I don't like it that you have to walk home when its dark outside."

"Rome, you worry too much."

"Its my job to. Come home with me? Please, Dean?"

"Roman, I'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen to me. I do know self defense and always carry a knife on me. Besides, I can't miss out on class today. I'm trying to work on something."

"What could be more important than spending time with me?" Roman asked him, teasingly.

"This is important, silly. Its for you." Dean smiled at him.

Roman's heart warmed at that. Dean always treated him so good. Whatever he gave to him, made for him, it always came from his heart and was very special.

"Can I hear it?" He asked.

"Not until Christmas. You'll have to wait until then."

"But thats so far away." Roman pouted.

"Hey, it'll be worth it." Dean quickly pecked his lips. "I just hope that you'll like it."

"If its from you Dean, then I will." He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. His mother texted him to let him know that she was outside waiting for him.

"I have to go now, babe."

"Okay. I'll see you when I get home."

"Alright. Call me when you're leaving.

"I will." They kissed one last time. "I love you, Roman."

"I love you too, Dean. So much. Be safe, okay?"

"I will be."

000000

He had just finished up with class for the day. Had finally finished the song that he had made for Roman. He was outside now, wearing the coat that Roman had gave to him.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket so he could call him. But it was dead, he had forgotten to charge it.

"Shit, Roman's gonna kill me."

He started walking, all alone in the dark. It never bothered him though, being outside so late. The night was more peaceful than the day.

As he was walking down the block, towards the street where his and Roman's house was on, he didn't notice that someone was following him. Watching him from afar.

A car pulled near him. The driver, a heavyset man with brown hair and a beard, stepped out of the vehicle. He stood in front of Dean, blocking him from going any further.

Annoyed with the man, cold and wanting to get home to his boyfriend, Dean growled taking his headphones off. "Do you mind getting out of my way?"

"You're a very pretty thing, aren't you?" Oh, he definitely didn't have time for this tonight. If only Roman was here... "Whats someone like you doing out here by yourself?"

"Look, I don't have time for this, alright? Its getting late and I would like to get home. Now."

"You can home with me." The guy said, grabbing ahold of Dean's arm.

Oh fuck no. He wasn't about to let that happen. With his free arm, Dean punched the guy, making him stumble back a bit.

"Maybe now you'll learn not to mess with me."

He was about to walk away from the guy, but then someone else grabbed him from behind.

"What the-" A wet rag was placed over his mouth. He struggled against the guys hold on him, trying not to inhale the scent from the rag, but his vision was soon starting to blur.

"Go to sleep, Dean. I'm going to take good care of you."

That voice! It couldn't be! Before his thoughts could even form the person's name, he succumbed to the darkness, falling into the his arms.

The other guy, whose name was Kevin Owens, grabbed a pair of handcuffs and some duct tape. He handed them over to the other. He placed the cuffs on Dean's wrists, wrapped the tape around his mouth, then tied a cloth over his eyes.

He smiled a sinister smile, admiring the unconscious boy on at his feet. "You're mine, now. Dean Ambrose. Mine."