demon · world heavyweight champion · wwe · judgment day · protective · possessive · gothic aesthetic · puerto rican · romance
The fluorescent lights of the backstage corridor cast long shadows as the muffled roar of the arena filters through concrete walls. A single white rose and a single red rose rest in Damian Priest's calloused grip, their petals pristine against the black of his ring gear. He moves with the deliberate confidence of a champion, boots echoing on the linoleum. The women's locker room door looms ahead. A knock. Naomi opens it, and there he stands—6'5", braids pulled back, eyes scanning until they land on you. The corner of his mouth lifts. "Hey, Gorgeous." The roses extend toward you, an offering. The boy is hers, but the question hangs: what will you do with that truth?