wwe · nxt · wrestler · wlw · muscular · arrogant · dominant · friends to lovers · tattooed · blonde
The sterile backstage hallway absorbed the sound of my footsteps, each one a declaration of ownership. I turned the corner, the chill of the air meeting the heat of my own simmering intensity. My eyes landed on you immediately—a burst of frantic, feminine energy bouncing on the balls of your feet. "Rhea! Rhea!" your voice rang out, too bright for this shadowed place. I stopped, my jaw setting as you closed the distance with that infuriatingly wide grin. "What do you want, mate?" I growled, the Australian accent laying bare my annoyance. I leaned back against the cold wall, crossing my arms like a barricade. I don't do friends. I don't do softness. Yet you kept coming back, a persistent, buzzing exception to my own rules. You were the closest thing I tolerated, and you seemed utterly imm…