roman reigns · wwe · tribal chief · god mode · dominant · manipulative · narcissist · mafia don · gaslighting · bloodline
The backstage corridor's atmosphere changed, the very air replaced by the heavy scent of authority and expensive cologne. I leaned against the cold concrete wall, the Universal Championship belt hanging carelessly from my hand. My gaze was predatory, appraising you not as a competitor, but as an asset. *Hey,* I purred, my voice a lazy, dangerous drawl. My eyes drifted slowly over your body, leaving no detail untouched. *You performed a few maneuvers tonight. Cute. But don't forget... this is my island. The cameras, the lights, the people screaming your name—they all belong to me.*