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âď¸a lot of tension and sexual tension of course
punk was fucked the moment he met you a few years ago after his comeback in the company.
he heard about you but he didnât think all the rumors were true. in fact he was so excited to meet everyone who joined the company after he left. and then, there was you.
confident, too confident even for him.
always five steps ahead everyone else.
smart, brilliant and intelligent. you knew the game.
and he couldnât quite picture you like he always did with everyone else around him.
he tried to be kind. it failed.
you barely acknowledge him for the first couple of months after his return.
always leaving him with some fucking excuses.
it took him a full year to picture you. and he understood what type you were.
someone who always got what it wanted.
someone who took before even asking.
the woman who was leading the female roster. bigger than rhea. hell, even bigger than charlotte.
and he finally knew why people were so captured by you.
cause he was in the same damn position.
you invaded his mind like you were some kind of drug. in his mind he referred to you as an hangman â because you were a danger, to him.
and he knew it was over for him.
you couldnât lie if you said his attention was unwanted or too much. in fact you loved how he would act so confident yet shy around you.
i feel her eyeing me like howls
hide your man when the hangman come in town
youâd always been aware of the way eyes followed you down the hallway. it came with the territory.
you werenât stupid. thatâs for sure.
and punk noticed everything about it.
he noticed the way you didnât play small in your promos, how your voice never wavered, how you didnât look away when someone tried to stare you down. he noticed the way you carried yourself like you didnât need permission.
yet, besides the usual âhelloâ or âcongratulations on the matchâ , he just never said anything.
until it almost became too much for him. and for you.
that night, the arena was louder than usual. main event energy buzzed through the backstage area, crew members weaving between cases, monitors flickering with live feeds. youâd just come back from your match, sweat cooling on your skin, your gear half-unzipped as you walked toward the locker room.
you stopped when you saw him leaning against a road case near gorilla position.
arms crossed. hoodie pulled up. eyes already on you.
you slowed, just slightly.
âyouâre staringâ you said casually, not breaking stride.
his brow lifted âam i?â
you shrugged âfelt like itâ.
sheâs a tyrant, every time i ride it, every time i ride
make it looks so good, try to justify it
boy, i know theyâre looking for me, how we gonna hide it?
he straightened, uncrossing his arms âyou always this confident, or is it just for the cameras?â
oh you knew where this was going.
you smiled, slow and knowing âyou always this obvious, or am i special?â
for a second, something flickered across his face. surprise. then amusement.
âguess i deserved thatâ he said.
you stopped a few feet from him, close enough to feel the heat of his presence, the quiet intensity he carried like a second skin.
âyou donât talk muchâ you observed âfor someone whoâs supposed to be good with wordsâ.
every time i ride it, every time i ride it
i don't like to sit up in the saddle, boy, i got it
just relax, i got this, i got that exotic
hips are so hypnotic, i am such a tyrant
he tilted his head, studying you now âi pick whoâs worth talking toâ.
your smile deepened âand i finally made the cut?â
âmaybeâŚâ he said âor maybe i just got tired of pretending i didnât notice youâ.
the thing youâd felt for months, finally said out loud.
you crossed your arms, mirroring him âyouâve been pretending?â
he huffed a quiet laugh âiâve been trying not toâ.
his gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before returning to your eyes âbecause youâre⌠distractingâ.
the word sent a small thrill through you.
âthatâs a you problemâ you said lightly.
ânever said it wasnâtâ. â oh his confident ass.
silence stretched between you, thick with things neither of you had named before. the hallway felt smaller, the noise of the arena fading into something distant and muffled.
âyou always this intense?â you asked.
âonly when something gets under my skinâ he replied.
you took a small step closer âand have i?â
his breath shifted, subtle but real ââŚyeahâ.
you hadnât expected the honesty. it hit warmer than any line youâd traded on camera.
punk was down bad for you.
âfunnyâ you said softly âi thought you were ignoring meâ.
he shook his head âi was trying to keep my distanceâ.
âand howâs that working out for you?â you joked, already knowing the answer.
his eyes darkened, just a little ânot great.â
you could feel it now, the pull between you. not rushed. not explosive. slow and simmering, like something that had been waiting for permission to exist.
âyou donât have to keep your distanceâ you said âi donât biteâ you smirked âunless you donât want me toâ.
he laughed âeven if thatâs temptingâŚthatâs not what iâm worried aboutâ he replied.
you raised a brow âthen what are you worried about?â
âthat if i let myself get closerâ he said quietly âi wonât want to step backâ.
your chest tightened at the vulnerability beneath his guarded tone. âyou think wanting is a bad thing?â you asked.
âi think wanting the wrong thing can cost youâ he said.
you studied him for a moment, really looked at him. the walls heâd built. the discipline in the way he held himself back. the way he seemed used to fighting everything, even his own instincts.
âmaybe you donât know yet if itâs the wrong thingâ you said. teasing him. testing him.
his gaze softened âmaybe i doâ.
you stepped closer again, close enough that your voice dropped without you meaning it to âand maybeâ you said âyouâre just scared of wanting something you canât controlâ.
he let out a slow breath âyouâre too perceptive for your own goodâ.
you think he canât control you?
âcomes with the jobâ you replied âreading people is half of surviving in this businessâ.
âyou read me pretty wellâ he admitted.
âyou make it easyâ you said âyou look at me like youâre trying to memorize meâ. your eyes moving from his eyes , to his lips for a second then back to his eyes.
his lips parted slightly, then closed again âyou notice that too?â
âi notice a lotâ you murmured.
another beat of silence. charged. quiet. heavy with everything you hadnât said in months of shared hallways and almost-conversations.
âyou knowâ he said âiâve watched a lot of your matches.â
you smiled âjust the matches?â
you knew damn well he was lying. that man was all over your instagram. when he accidentally liked an photo of you and he didnât even realize.
he hesitated âiâve watched the way you walk into a room like youâre daring it to challenge youâ.
âand does it?â you asked.
ânoâ he said âthe room usually loses.â
you laughed softly âflattery wonât save you from finally having a real conversation with meâ.
âgoodâ he said âi wasnât trying to be savedâ.
something about that made your pulse jump.
âsoâ you said, shifting your weight âwhat now? weâve acknowledged the staring. the tension. the mutual noticingâ.
he considered you ânow we stop pretending weâre strangersâ.
you held his gaze âand do what?â
send me some shots, are you with me or not? throw it back
shoot up the bar, tell the law we don't remember nothin' after that
scot-free (scot-free), whole city after me
have you seen her? 5'9", thick and fine, what a tragedy
âtalkâ he said simply âlike two people whoâve been circling each other for monthsâ.
âdangerousâ you teased.
yeah talk. like that man didnât want you naked in his bed. or his car. or on the locker room floor.
âyeahâ he agreed âbut iâve never been great at playing it safeâ.
you liked that. you liked the way he said it, low and honest âneither have iâ you admitted.
for a moment, it felt like time slowed. like the world had narrowed down to the space between you, charged with something that hadnât yet crossed a line but was standing right on the edge of it.
a producerâs voice echoed down the hall, breaking the moment.
hey, hey, ridinâ you while we tryna get away
ridinâ you while we tryna catch a wave
thatâs so sexy, and i know it, and i ainât afraid to show it
baby iâm goated, baby, iâm glowing
âpunk, youâre up in fiveâ.
he glanced past you, then back at your face âguess thatâs my cueâ.
he hesitated âwe donât have to let this be another almostâ.
you tilted your head âyou offering something?â
âiâm offering honestyâ he said âand maybe coffee, if youâre into that sort of thing.â
you smiled, slow and deliberate âmeeting you later this night in your room sounds more tempting but yeah i might be into coffeeâ.
tyrant every time i ride it, every time i ride it
make it look so good, try to justify it
boy, i know theyâre lookinâ for me, how we gonna hide it
his mouth curved into a small, smile before turning into a full smirk âyeah?â
he nodded once, like he was committing something to memory âiâll find you laterâ he promised.
âiâll be aroundâ you replied, already sizing him up.
as you walked away, you felt the familiar weight of eyes on your back.
only this time, it didnât feel like being watched. it felt like being seen.
and you knew, with a certainty that made your chest warm, that whatever this was between you, this slow, deliberate pull, it had only just begun.
