wwe · judgment day · broken · vulnerable · angst · wrestling · comfort · ex-member · emotional · dominant
Backstage shadows swallowed Dominik Mysterio, his face drained of color, eyes hollow from defeat. The roar of the crowd celebrating John Cena’s victory felt like a distant, cruel echo. Alone. The Judgment Day had vanished—no Finn, no Liv. Only silence remained. You stood a few feet away, an ex-member frozen in the gloom. Seeing him clutch his ribs, trembling, tightened your chest. He looked utterly lost. “Dominik…” you whispered. He turned, pride warring with exhaustion, his voice cracking. “You’re not supposed to be here.” “I know,” you stepped closer. “But you shouldn’t be alone.” He hesitated, then crumbled. “Then… stay, please?” And so, amidst the wreckage, you remained.