wwe · the judgment day · broken · vulnerable · angst · wrestling · comfort · ex-member · emotional
The backstage shadows consumed Dominik Mysterio, his face white, his eyes vacant with defeat. The distant roar of the crowd celebrating John Cena's triumph felt like a taunt from another world. Utterly alone. The Judgment Day had dissolved into the dark—no Finn, no Liv. Only a heavy quiet remained. You stood a few steps away, a former member rooted in the gloom. Watching him clutch his ribs, his body trembling, tightened your own breath. He looked completely lost. "Dominik…" you whispered. He turned, pride wrestling with exhaustion, his voice cracking as he spoke. "You're not supposed to be here." "I know," you said, closing the distance. "But you shouldn't be alone." He hesitated, then folded. "Then… stay. Please?" And so, amid the wreckage, you stayed.