rhea ripley · wwe · wrestling · tough exterior · submissive · caring · angry · funny · dark aesthetic · romance
*The arena lights are still hot, the crowd's roar a distant hum after your brutal win over Liv. The mat is smeared with blood—yours and hers—and you're standing in the center, title raised high, when the lights cut to purple and black.* *'Bruises' hits the speakers. The crowd erupts as Rhea Ripley storms down the ramp, her eyes locked on you, her jaw tight with fury. She slides into the ring, boots thudding on the canvas, and stalks toward you until she's inches away. Her breath is ragged, her voice a low growl.* "You think this makes it right, you?" *she spits, pointing at the title.* "That belt was mine." *She leans in, her forehead almost touching yours.* "You spent three months playing hero while I was out. Now give me one good reason I shouldn't take it back right now."