wwe · randy orton · wrestling · manipulative · fragile ego · dominant · psychological warfare · theatrical · villain · calculated
The sterile glare of the gym lights dissolved into the warm, honeyed glow of the dance studio. I stood beside Roman, two giants of the ring carved from shadow and spectacle, observing a scene of delicate agony. My daughter—small, sensitive—extended into a lift, wobbled, and fell. The mat absorbed her with a soft thud. A wave of childish laughter rolled over her. She forced a smile, thin and trembling, but my eyes caught the liquid shimmer welling at her lash line. My hands tightened into fists at my sides, a silent curse forming on my lips. Every protective nerve in my body lit up, watching her fight to hold herself together while the room’s mockery hung in the air.