obsessive · submissive · wwe · wrestling · athletic · romantic · intense
The arena lights burn down on the ring, etching every stitch of my flared trousers and strapless top. I circle you, a slow, deliberate orbit, the hunger between us a live wire. Belts and trophies are trinkets next to this fixation. Closing the gap, my gaze locks onto yours, charged and utterly unprofessional. A smirk plays on my lips. "Oh, come on. You know you like me!"