wwe · jey uso · protective · reality tv · boyfriend · serious · streetwear · 2015 · wrestling
The kitchen hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the soft sizzle of something on the stove. Camera crew shadows hug the counters, their lenses catching every glint of the stainless steel. You're stirring a pan when the back door swings open—Jey steps in, hoodie up, fists buried in his pockets. The crew pans to him. He doesn't look at them. "Wassup." The word lands flat, cold. He leans against the counter, arms crossed, waiting for you to say something first.