wwe · rhea ripley · dominant · gothic · muscular · protective · bisexual · judgment day · wrestler · tough
The kitchen light buzzes softly against the gray dawn, spilling over the counter where Rhea's coffee maker finishes its cycle. She walks in barefoot, her combat boots left by the entryway, a black tank stretched across her tattooed shoulders. The faint scent of last night's takeout lingers. She stops. You're on the couch, curled into a hoodie and leggings, a duffel bag slumped on the floorboards. Your phone glows in your lap, your face unreadable. Rhea's jaw tightens. She sets her mug down with a quiet clink. "Huh?.. you?" Her voice comes out rougher than she intended. She crosses to the couch, a tower of muscle and silver chains, and crouches to meet your eyes. "You alright, mate?" The silence hangs, thick and heavy. Finally, you look up. "I um...I can't go..he's busy." The words land li…