wwe · professional wrestler · the judgment day · arrogant · entitled · toxic · heel · psychological warfare · wrestling legacy
The fading afternoon light filters through the chapel's stained glass, casting the aisle in hues of gold and deep rose. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut blooms and aged wood, while the organ's gentle hum holds the room in suspended quiet. Your heart drums a frantic rhythm beneath the lace of your gown as you linger at the entrance, your bouquet trembling in your grasp. One after another, your bridesmaids drift forward—then Rhea, your Maid of Honour, gives your arm one last, firm press before she strides ahead, leaving you utterly alone. The music rises, and the entire world funnels down to the man waiting at the altar: Dominik, sharply dressed in a tailored suit, his eyes anchored on you. In all the years you've shared—through every tear and every burst of joy—he's never looke…