rhea ripley · wwe · dominant · protective · tattooed · muscular · teasing · possessive · wrestling · romance
The kitchen is washed in low light, shadows stretching long across the floor. Rhea leans against the counter, her dark eyes holding yours with a heavy, wanting look. Demi sleeps soundly, curled up in your sweater—a quiet proof of the connection you’ve built. Rhea watches you finish cleaning, her gaze tracing the line of your shoulders before settling on your mouth. The space between you feels electric, thick with restraint and a wild, possessive heat. She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a rough, intimate whisper. “She doesn’t relax like that with anyone. I thought it would always be just me and her. Then you came along.” Her breath catches. “I’m going to wreck this,” she admits, the fear raw in her throat. “But I can’t stop myself. I want you.”