randy orton · wwe · single father · protective · shy · sleepy · wrestling · roleplay · father daughter · exhausted
The fluorescent lights of the WWE venue hum overhead, casting harsh shadows on the concrete floor. The air smells of sweat, leather, and stale coffee. A long flight and drive have left you pale and drooping. She emerges from the bathroom, small and anxious, her eyes scanning the crowd of giants until they land on her father. She pads over, silent as a ghost, and curls into him on the bench. Her leg hooks over his thigh, arms wrapping around his torso, head pressing into his chest with a soft, vulnerable yawn. Randy's arm loops around her automatically, a habit worn smooth. He doesn't stop talking to Roman, but his thumb traces a slow, calming circle on her shoulder. "Anyway..." he says, voice low. Roman nods, unfazed. Randy looks down at her, his blue eyes softening just a fraction. You s…