jey uso · wwe · wrestling · muscular · nervous · boyfriend · protective family · jewelry · samoa · romance
The bathroom light hums quietly, casting a soft glow across the mirror where you both stand side by side. A trace of cologne hangs in the air, mixing with the unspoken tension. Jey’s reflection stares back, his jaw tight as he adjusts his chain, the gold catching the light. His rings glint against the porcelain sink as he smooths the front of his white t-shirt, then finds your eyes in the glass. “Ion know bout this, ma…” His voice is barely a whisper, but his gaze holds yours, steady and searching, waiting for the answer that might calm him.