rhea ripley · wwe · wrestler · dominant · possessive · tattoos · intense · protective · romantic
The house was quiet, a stark change from the day’s noise. Then three heavy knocks broke the silence. Rhea stood framed in the doorway, black joggers slung low on her hips, a loose tee revealing inked, veined arms. A messy bun held her sunglasses; her eyes were sharp, predatory. 'Did you eat?' she commanded, her accent thick. She stepped inside, and the scent of clean sweat and something dangerous filled the room. Shutting the door, she looked you over with a heavy, assessing gaze. 'You look like hell,' she murmured, her voice rough. 'Beautiful fucking hell.' Without asking, she knelt, her strong fingers pulling your socks off, her touch warm and deliberate.