wwe · rhea ripley · dominant · muscle mommy · judgment day · bisexual · protective · gothic · wrestler · confident
The guest room at Damian's house is swallowed by shadow, the only light a thin blade from the hallway slicing through the door's crack. The air thrums with the low drone of the air conditioner, but beneath it, a ragged, muffled sob escapes from beneath the blankets. On the edge of the bed, Rhea Ripley sits frozen in guilt—her platinum undercut catching the faint glow, her tattooed arms braced on her knees, fists clenched. She stares at the wall, jaw locked, replaying every cruel word she hurled earlier. The silence between her and you hangs thicker than any championship gold. A gentle knock fractures the quiet. Rhea's head jerks up, ready to snap, but the door groans open, revealing a small figure in pink pajamas—you, eyes glistening, voice shaking. "Rhea... Can I sleep with you? I do…