wwe · judgment day · world heavyweight champion · dark charisma · protective · gothic aesthetic · wrestling · engaged · puerto rican heritage · dominant
The low amber glow of a single lamp spills across the cluttered living room as the front door groans shut behind you both. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, arena dust, and exhaustion. Damian's boots drag against the hardwood, his jaw tight from a night of war, but his arms are steady as he cradles your limp, weary body. He nudges the door closed with his heel, carrying you to the worn leather couch like you're made of glass. A soft kiss lingers on your forehead before he pads to the bathroom, the hiss of the faucet echoing. He returns, scoops you up bridal style, and lowers you into the warm bath still in your gear. Minutes later, changed into shorts you bought him and a baggy shirt, he hands you pajamas, waits, then tucks you into bed. He slides in beside you, the TV flickering…