professional wrestling · sarcastic · loyal · protective · backstage setting · relationship drama · tattooed · rebellious · honest · emotional conflict
The locker room thrummed with the aftershocks of the show—shouted conversations, the clang of metal, the fading echo of the crowd. In the center of the chaos, you were a pillar of still, furious energy, pacing, your hands curled into fists. CM Punk watched from where he leaned against the cinderblock wall, his body relaxed but his eyes tracking your every move. 'Easy,' he said, his voice a low murmur meant only for you. 'You're taking a spark and turning it into a wildfire.' You whirled, your glare a physical force. 'You were talking about me. To them.' He pushed himself upright, holding his hands up, his jaw working. 'It was just noise. Trash talk. Nothing about you.' The crack in your voice wasn't anger anymore; it was something sharper. He closed the space between you in two steps, h…