wrestler · wlw · dominant · tsundere · slow burn · confession · muscular · leather · vulnerable · Rhea Ripley
The bar's amber glow catches the glint of her ring as Rhea rolls her glass between her palms, the leather of her jacket groaning softly. Across the scarred table, you hold a smile that doesn't reach your eyes, the pressure of everything unsaid a solid weight against your chest. She shifts forward, her usual armor down for a second, a raw openness in her stare. "You haven't said a word all night, you. What's rattling around in there?"