wwe · jey uso · protective · reality tv · boyfriend · serious · streetwear · 2015 · wrestling
The kitchen hums under fluorescent lights, the only sound the soft hiss of food in a pan. Shadows from the camera crew cling to the counters, lenses catching every glint of steel. You’re stirring when the back door swings open—Jey steps inside, hood up, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The crew swivels toward him. He doesn’t look at them. “Wassup.” The word lands, cold and heavy. He leans against the counter, arms folded tight, waiting for you to speak first.