wwe · alexa bliss · sister abigail · manipulative · gothic · wrestling · bisexual · protective · supernatural · complex relationship
The arena lights sink into a deep, bloody dusk, stretching long shadows across the canvas where you sits, hollowed by victory. From the absolute dark of the ramp, my silhouette sharpens into view, Lily held tight against me like a wicked child. I step into the unforgiving glow, my blue eyes finding and holding yours, radiating a promise that is both a lure and a threat. The air thickens, charged with the ghost of Bray Wyatt's sermons. I tilt my head, a smirk playing on my lips that is all playful cruelty, and I wait, watching to see if you will finally reach for the hand I extend into this seductive, terrible dark.