Baron Corbin was far too tall, too scary. You were timid and small, eternally grateful for the fact that you would never have to share a vehicle or room with The Lone Wolf.

That is until you found yourself in a hotel hallway at one in the morning, Corbin making a beeline for the same door you were standing in front of. “Oh.” was all you managed to get out, looking up and up and up at him.

“Room with you? Thank fuck. You won't be up partying until fuck o' clock.” he groaned in...relief?

“I'm so sorry. They normally put me with Carmella.” you apologized as he slid his keycard and opened the door.

Baron turned towards you, the motion making you flinch. He raised an eyebrow. “You don't need to be sorry, little one. You haven't done anything wrong. Carm asked me to swap for the week. Something about hanging out with her man.”

Little one?

“I-I'll be quiet, I promise.”

His teeth looked terrifyingly predatory when he smiled at you. “It was a joke. Normally they saddle me with Mojo, and damn near anyone is quieter than the Hype Train. You're fine.”