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Sunday afternoon in San Antonio was hot and bright when Dominik finally landed in the city a little after three in the afternoon. The Texas sun hung high over the city and Dominik was riding through the airport toward the rental cars to finally meet with his Guerita. He hadn’t seen her in 2 days, which felt like 2 years and after last night, he needed it even more. His head hurt like crazy, the cut still caused him a lot of pain. The trainers had cleaned it after the match and told him it wasn’t deep, but scalp wounds always felt worse than they looked. Every pulse of his heartbeat reminded him exactly how brutal the night before had been. A No Disqualification match vs Vikingo was never been going to be pretty. From the moment the bell rang the two of them had fought like men with something to prove—tables splintering, bodies crashing against barricades, steel chairs becoming weapons whenever they were within reach. Dominik could still hear the crowd in his head, that deafening roar building every time the chaos escalated.
His mind drifted back to the moment everyone had been replaying online. Vikingo had grabbed the steel chair and the energy in the arena shifted instantly, the kind of tension that spreads through a crowd when they know something big is about to happen. Dominik barely had time to brace himself before the chair came crashing down. The metallic crack echoed through the arena like a gunshot. For a split second the world tilted sideways and Dominik dropped to one knee, his hair falling forward over his face. Then came the warmth—blood threading its way through the dark strands. Cameras zoomed in immediately, capturing every second, but Dominik refused to stay down. He wiped the blood away from his eye, pushed himself back up, and the defiant look he shot Vikingo sent the crowd into another frenzy. The match continued like a war after that, and somehow through all the chaos Dominik still walked out with the championship of AAA around his waist.
Miles away the night before, someone else had felt that moment just as strongly. Inside a quiet hotel room in New York, Liv Morgan had been sitting cross-legged on the bed with the television lighting the dark room in flashes of arena lights. She had rushed back from a last-minute meet and greet scheduled by WWE and a bunch of interviews, still wearing her makeup and barely having time to change into something comfy before turning the match on. At first she had been smiling, cheering softly whenever Dominik gained the advantage. But the moment Vikingo grabbed the chair her expression changed immediately. She leaned forward without realizing it, her shoulders tightening.
“Oh no…” The chair swung. The crack of steel hitting Dominik’s head blasted through the speakers and Liv’s hand flew straight to her mouth. “Dom!” On the screen Dominik dropped to one knee, his hair falling over his face as the first streaks of blood began to appear. The camera zoomed closer and Liv felt her stomach twist. “Oh my god…” Her fingers hovered over her phone, wanting to call him immediately, but she knew he was still in the middle of the match. All she could do was sit there watching, her heart racing while the fight continued and silently hoping he would get back up.
Back on the road to San Antonio, Dominik blinked as the memory faded and the highway stretched ahead of him. His phone buzzed in the cup holder and the screen lit up with a name that instantly softened the tired look on his face—Liv. He picked it up and answered, his voice rough from the long drive. “Hey baby.”
“Where are you now?” Liv asked, relief clear in her voice.
“Just landed in San Antonio. Picking up the rental car, to go to the hotel.”
There was a small pause on the line before she spoke again. “I wish I could’ve been there last night.”
Dominik glanced out the windshield as the road began to lead toward the quieter outskirts of the city. “Baby… it wasn’t your fault.”
“I know,” she sighed. “I just hated watching it happen and not being able to do anything.”
Dominik smiled faintly. “Hey, I survived.” He paused before adding with quiet pride. “And I’m still champion.”
That finally earned a small laugh from her. “Well… good.”
“Why’s that?” he asked.
“Because,” she replied softly, “I’m already at the hotel.” There was a pause before Liv spoke again, her voice slipping into that playful tone he knew far too well. “And I have something planned for you.”
Dominik chuckled quietly. “You’re dangerous.”
“Just get here,” she said before ending the call. He placed the phone back in the cup holder and exhaled slowly as he continued the car ride. About an hour later, the quiet hotel property finally came into view. The exhaustion was still there—his sore shoulders, aching ribs, and the small cut on his head reminding him of the war from the night before—but now something else had taken its place. Anticipation. He and Liv always chose hotels on the outskirts of whatever city they were performing in, places quiet enough that they could actually disappear for a few hours without being bothered. As Dominik parked the car and stepped inside the building, the tension in his body began to loosen. The brutal match, the travel, the blood… those things were behind him now. Waiting upstairs was the one person who could make the rest of the world disappear.
By the time Dominik stepped into the hotel lobby the clock was nearing 5:30. The place was quiet exactly how he and Liv liked it—no fans hovering near the front desk, no curious eyes trying to sneak photos. Just the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft sound of the elevator doors opening when he pressed the button. The ride up felt longer than it actually was. Dominik leaned lightly against the wall inside the elevator, running a hand through his hair before quickly stopping when his fingers brushed too close to the cut. The trainer had told him it would sting for a day or two, but he had dealt with worse. When the doors finally opened he stepped into the hallway, the carpet muffling his footsteps as he walked toward their room. He checked the number Liv had texted earlier, slid the keycard into the lock, and pushed the door open.
The room was dark, and for a moment Dominik thought maybe Liv had stepped out, but then he noticed the glow spilling faintly from the bedroom doorway. Warm golden light flickered across the walls. Curious, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. As his eyes adjusted he realized what it was. Candles. Dozens of them scattered across the room, their soft flames creating a glowing path that led straight toward the bedroom.
“Liv?” he called softly. No answer. He followed the trail of flickering light and stepped into the bedroom. Liv sat at the edge of the bed, waiting for him, the candlelight dancing across her face and making her blue eyes glow. The moment she saw him her expression shifted—half relief, half something mischievous. Dominik had been so caught up in the way she was looking at him that it took him a second to notice what she was wearing.
A white nurse outfit that hugged every curve of her body perfectly, the small red cross on the front and the matching headband making the entire look impossible to ignore. Dominik had to pick up his jaw from the floor. “ Holy… Holy shit” - air was the only thing he was capable of saying, as if something was wrong with him.
Liv stood and walked toward him with a teasing smile. “Well,” she said lightly, “someone had a pretty nasty head injury last night.” Her eyes flicked briefly toward his hair. “I figured you might need medical attention.”
Dominik laughed tiredly. “You’re insane.”
“Maybe.” - There was a brief silence before she added. “But you love it.” Whenever Liv and Dominik surprised each other, there was always a lot of teasing, but when she finally reached him the teasing faded. Her hands rested gently on his chest as she looked up at him, studying his face as if reassuring herself that he was actually okay. “Kiss me baby…” she whispered. And before Dom could react, she leaned in and kissed him. It started soft but quickly deepened as days apart and the fear she had felt watching the match spilled into the moment. Dominik wrapped his arms around her instinctively, pulling her closer while Liv’s arms slid around his neck. For a few seconds the outside world disappeared completely. When she finally pulled back, her hands moved up into his hair before stopping carefully. “Are you okay, honey?” she asked.
“Now I am,” Dominik murmured. “Now that I’m with you.”
Liv studied him for another moment before sighing. “Alright. First things first, you need a shower.”
Dominik raised an eyebrow before indulging in the roleplay. “Doctor’s orders?”
“Exactly.” She grabbed his hand and tugged him toward the bathroom. “You smell like airport and sweat” she added over her shoulder.
The shower filled the bathroom with steam within minutes. The warm water instantly soothed Dominik’s sore muscles as they stepped beneath the spray together. Liv took the lead immediately, reaching for the shampoo and carefully working it through his long hair while avoiding the tender spot on his scalp. Her fingers moved gently, almost reverently, treating every strand with care. Dominik closed his eyes as she massaged his scalp.
“That feels… really good,” he murmured. Liv smiled faintly and continued, washing away the sweat and grime from his body afterward while the warm water ran over them both. Her hands moved slowly along his shoulders and arms, easing the lingering tension from the brutal match. For the first time since the night before Dominik felt his body begin to relax. No roaring crowd, no bright lights—just warm water and Liv.
Eventually the water shut off and Liv stepped out first, grabbing two fluffy towels. “Alright champ,” she said with a playful smile. “Shower therapy complete.” A few minutes later they were both dry, dressed in comfortable pajamas, and returning to the bedroom where the candles still flickered softly. Liv climbed into bed first and Dominik followed, stretching slightly before settling beside her. Without thinking he shifted closer and rested his head against her chest, his arm wrapping comfortably around her waist.
Liv immediately slid one arm around his shoulders while her other hand drifted into his damp hair, gently scratching his scalp the way she knew he loved. Dominik let out a quiet content sound as the tension in his body melted away. For several minutes neither of them spoke, until Dominik suddenly inhaled sharply. “Ah”
Liv froze. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” he said softly. “You’re just close to the cut.”
Her expression softened as guilt crept back into her eyes. She carefully parted his hair just enough to see it before leaning down and placing the gentlest kiss beside the injury. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t there,” she whispered.
Dominik lifted his head slightly to look at her.“You couldn’t control it.”
“I know… I just hated watching it happen.”
He brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Hey… I’m okay.” He paused briefly before adding. “And I’m still champion.” - He started flexing his muscles, which made Liv smile “You’re insane, you know that?”
“You love it.” She rolled her eyes but kissed him anyway.
When they pulled apart Dominik studied her for a moment, before whispering in her lips. You’re gonna get yours too.”
“My what?” - She wondered.
“Your championships.” Liv immediately knew he meant the titles currently held by Stephanie Vaquer and Lady Flammer. A determined grin spread across her face.
“Oh trust me,” she said. “Her days are numbered.”
Dominik chuckled quietly.
“I can’t wait,” she continued. “You with the championship… me with the championship… running AAA together.”
“Power couple,” Dominik said.
“The best one.”
For a moment they simply looked at each other again as the warmth of the room wrapped around them. Liv leaned down first this time, kissing him slowly. The kiss deepened as Dominik pulled her closer, days of distance and worry finally fading away. The candles flickered softly in the dim room while outside the world carried on without them.
Inside the hotel suite there was only warmth, quiet laughter, and the kind of love that burned just as fiercely as any match inside the ring. Wild, passionate and all consuming.