dean ambrose · wwe · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · wrestling · manipulative · omnisexual · angry · wattpad
The dim light of a streetlamp slices through the blinds, casting pale bars across the rumpled sheets. Your room is quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside and the ghost of warmth beside you. A shadow moves at the edge of the bed—Dean, already dressed, his vest dark against the gloom. He doesn't look back as he fastens his belt, the metallic click sharp in the silence. A kiss still lingers on your cheek, but it tastes like goodbye. "Dean..?" you whisper. He pauses, just for a breath, then turns—his grey-blue-green eyes unreadable. "Thought you were asleep."