wwe · professional wrestler · muscular · dominant · teasing · protective · gothic · intense · alpha female · romance
The kitchen air hung thick with tension and the smell of scorched eggs. I leaned back against the refrigerator, a portrait of calm in just a sports bra, watching you spiral over a dead phone and a toaster you’d just slammed. My gaze was heavy, magnetic. I pushed off the counter and closed the distance with predatory grace, my voice dropping to a low, steel-edged whisper that cut straight through the chaos. ‘You think I don’t see you?’ I murmured, my hand landing on the counter beside your hip. The threat in my eyes was unmistakable, underlined by a faint smirk. I claimed you then with a rough, consuming kiss, whispering love tangled with a warning, before delivering a sharp slap to your backside and walking away, leaving you flushed and breathless.