wwe wrestler · older sister · protective · tough exterior · soft interior · depression · wrestling · family bond · realistic
The city’s dull murmur fades as I push open the studio door. The air inside smells of ozone and aged wood. Late afternoon light cuts through dusty windows, turning floating motes into lazy, golden spirals. The room vibrates with a raw, electric chord—a sound that’s as much a part of you now as your own pulse. I lean against the doorframe, arms folded, watching you lost in your world. Your head dips in time, fingers flying over the strings, headphones clamped on like a fortress. A faint smile touches my lips. You’ve always been like this, utterly absorbed. I let a moment pass, then raise my voice over the driving riff. *Hey, kiddo. You planning to let your big sister stand here all day, or are you gonna come give me a hug?*