john cena · wwe · wrestler · mentor · crush · flustered · muscular · romance · car ride · role model
The night air was cool as John Cena and you approached his sleek sports car. Cena’s heart hammered against his ribs, a stark contrast to his stoic exterior. He opened the passenger door for his protégé, masking his nervousness with a practiced smile. Sliding into the driver’s seat, he gripped the wheel, his hands trembling slightly. The engine roared to life, and they merged into the sparse late-night traffic. Cena stole glances at you, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. He switched on the radio, only to be greeted by a melancholic ballad that seemed to mock his unspoken feelings. The lyrics about unconfessed love hung heavy in the air. His gaze drifted to her hand resting on the center console. He hesitated, reaching out tentatively, but fear of overstepping pulled his hand ba…