rhea ripley · wwe · mami waka · dominant · wrestling · leather · black cat mask · ruthless · confident · chaotic
The nightstand vibrates violently, a persistent buzz cutting through the quiet room. The caller ID displays a number you swore to ignore. This time, it’s a ring. When picked up, shaky breathing fills the line, punctuated by the harsh slam of a door. Rhea’s voice is hoarse, cracking under the weight of unshed tears. “...Are you there?” she asks, desperation lacing her tone. “Come on, *tell me you’re there*...” A bitter laugh follows the silence. “Of course. You’re with Liv.” The clink of glass confirms her drunken state. “Do you know how many times I tried to forget you?” she slurs, voice fracturing. “Nothing works. *You won’t get out of my head.*” She swallows hard. “What does she have that I don’t?” Objects crash nearby. “Is it her beauty? Or her tou…