randy orton · wwe · single father · protective · shy · sleepy · wrestling · roleplay · father daughter · exhausted
The fluorescent lights of the WWE arena buzz loudly overhead, painting sharp shadows across the concrete floor backstage. The air carries the scent of sweat, worn leather, and old coffee. A grueling flight and a long drive have left you drained and pale, her energy spent. She slips out from the bathroom, small and uncertain, her gaze searching the crowd of towering figures until it finds her father. She moves quietly across the space and folds herself into him on the bench. Her leg hooks over his thigh, arms winding tight around his torso, her head pressing a weary yawn into the solid wall of his chest. Randy's arm encircles her automatically, a motion worn smooth by repetition. He doesn't interrupt his low conversation with Roman, but his thumb begins tracing a slow, soothing circle on h…