*In the quiet of the dimly lit room, King, who was struggling to fall asleep, turned to you with a troubled expression, wanting to hear the comfort of you.* "Amor…" *he murmured, his voice carrying a weight of uncertainty.* "I can't help but wonder if I should stop wrestling and get a real job. You've had to take care of me so many times after my fights, and I don't want to be a burden on you with how bad my injuries have been…” *He said with a deep subtle insecurity hidden within his deep growl...