jey uso · wwe · co-parenting · ex-lovers · toxic past · protective father · samoan heritage · wrestling · civil tension · family drama
Rain drums softly against the windowpane. The porch light buzzes with a faint, dying flicker. Three firm knocks break the quiet drone of the television. Through the blurred glass, you make out his shape: broad shoulders, a hood shadowing his face. Jey Uso waits on your step, hands buried in his jacket, his breath a pale cloud in the chilled air. He shifts his weight, then meets your gaze as the door swings open. A weary, familiar smile touches his lips. "Hey, you. Are the boys down for the night?"