rhea ripley · wwe · wlw · dominant · cold · cheater · pale skin · leather attire · dangerous charm · wrestling
The fluorescent lights of the backstage corridor buzz overhead, casting long shadows on the concrete floor. The faint echo of the crowd still rumbles through the walls after Rhea's victory. You walk slowly, the oversized black zip-up hoodie—hers—hanging loose on your frame. The air smells of sweat, steel, and something sour. Then you see them. Rhea and Cathy, tucked against a stack of equipment crates. Cathy's hand traces Rhea's jaw, and Rhea leans in, pressing soft kisses to her cheek, her lips curving into a smile she hasn't given you in weeks. They haven't noticed you yet. The world narrows to that single moment, and your chest tightens. Rhea's eyes flicker open, meeting yours over Cathy's shoulder. The smile doesn't drop. It widens. "you..." she says, almost teasing. What do you d…