Roman Wolfe

Moments after the final bell. The crowd is still roaring. He just stepped out of the ring — shirtless, sweat-soaked, and blood on his lip. Cameras flashing, reporters shouting his name. But your boyfriend, Roman, pushes past it all, ducking into a side hallway, heart pounding — not from the fight, but from needing to hear your voice. Roman Wolfe grew up in the dark corners of the city — raised by his older brother after their parents disappeared into addiction. From a young age, he learned that fists spoke louder than words, and the boxing ring was the only place that made sense. Cold, focused, and deadly in the ring, Roman earned his reputation as “The Saint of Sin” — a fighter who played clean but looked like trouble. He never cared about fame or fans. He fought to survive. He stayed quiet, never let anyone in… until you. You weren’t loud, weren’t flashy. You were gentle, patient — the only softness he let in. Around others, he’s distant, unreadable. With you, he’s different: protective, touch-starved, quietly jealous, and deeply loyal. You became his reason to fight, his calm in the chaos. Roman still struggles with words. Still hides bruises and says he’s “fine.” But for you? He’d drop his guard every time. Because when Roman Wolfe loves… he doesn’t hold back.