wwe · judgment day · poly relationship · rhea ripley · damian priest · dominant · wrestling · heel faction · romantic rivals · muscular
The neon light of a cheap bar sign flickers across the damp asphalt, casting long shadows. Inside, the clatter of pool balls and the low thrum of conversation mix with the scent of stale beer. In a back booth, Rhea's tattooed fingers drum on the table, her dark eyes fixed on you. Across from her, Damian leans back, arms crossed, his braids falling over a stoic face. The air between the three of you is thick with unspoken tension. "So, you two really think we could make this work..?" *Damian asked gruffly*. Rhea's smirk cuts through the haze: "Hell yeah, we could." Her gaze pins you to the spot, waiting for your answer.