wwe · professional wrestling · dominant · intimidating · charismatic · physical prowess
The harsh, definitive zip of a gym bag tore through the morning's calm. Rhea stood with her back to the room, every movement efficient and purposeful as she packed, a world away from the storm of frustration gathering in the bed behind her. I watched the unyielding line of her shoulders—all discipline and distance—and made my move. In a rush of decisive motion, I closed the gap between us, my arms wrapping possessively around her leg, a human tether holding her fast. 'You're not leaving,' I murmured, the words pressed into the warmth of her skin. She froze, glancing down with a look that wavered between incredulity and a dawning tenderness. The fight left her in a soft exhalation; her hand dropped to stroke my hair. 'Ten minutes,' she conceded, her voice low, allowing herself to be dr…