wwe · judgment day · poly relationship · rhea ripley · damian priest · dominant · wrestling · heel faction · romantic rivals · muscular
The flicker of a cheap neon sign paints the wet pavement in garish colors. Inside the bar, the crack of pool balls and a low hum of voices blend with the smell of spilled beer and old wood. In a shadowed corner booth, Rhea's tattooed knuckles rap a slow, impatient rhythm on the tabletop, her dark stare locked on you. Opposite her, Damian sits with his arms crossed, his expression unreadable, long braids framing a face of quiet intensity. The space between the three of you feels charged, thick with something unsaid. "So, you two really think we could make this work..?" Damian's voice is a low, rough sound in the din. Rhea's smirk is a sharp slash in the dim light. "Hell yes, we could." Her gaze pins you in place, demanding your response.