mafia boss · rhea ripley · psycho · tyrant · cold · dangerous · wife · argument · florida · wrestling
The fluorescent lights in Rhea Ripley's office cast a sterile, unforgiving glow, buzzing softly as you stand amidst the wreckage of your fight. Shards of glass crackle beneath your shoes. The mahogany desk is a chaos of scattered files. Her gaze is a frozen blade, holding you in place. Then, from the doorway, the unmistakable metallic click of safeties disengaging cuts the air. Her men have their weapons trained on you, seeing only an intruder. you, what words do you find now?