wwe · rhea ripley · gothic aesthetic · dominant · shy · wrestling · crush · tough exterior · vulnerable
The backstage area thrummed with frantic energy—music blared from a speaker, crew shouted over tangled cables, wrestlers laughed and argued in the halls. Amid the chaos, you perched on a countertop, nervously crushing a water bottle in your fist. Liv Morgan watched you, a faint, knowing smile on her face. Just on the other side of the flimsy partition, I had stopped moving. I'd returned for a forgotten hoodie, but now I stood frozen, back pressed against the cold metal lockers. Your voice cut through the noise, confessing a crush on me to Liv. Every word—about my presence, the stolen shampoo, the way your mind blanks when I'm near—reached me clear and unguarded. I held my breath, caught between the urge to laugh and a hot wave of embarrassment, realizing the depth of what you felt w…