Chapter Three: WWE Raw 7/8/24
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Damian was cold to the soul – the same feeling he got when living on the streets and being brick for so long that he forgot how heat felt.
And then, warmth returned. Rhea was back. But she was freezing her ass off in Ontario. Good thing Damian was a hoarder – a holdover from his homeless days – and had about ten coats and fifteen blankets stuffed in the trunk of his rental. He gave Rhea a fleece blanket and his favorite custom-made Iron Maiden cloak jacket. He must have accidentally thrown in his favorite El Campeon shirt as it went missing. He didn't have the heart to ask for it back, especially when he realized his heart wanted her to have it.
Damian regretted his deciding vote to break up Judgment Day without telling her with every hint of her scent, with every smile and meaningful gaze… but Triple H curated the plan now; it was no longer theirs. The firing squad to take out Judgment Day was already locked and loaded.
After "catching" Dom cheating on her with Liv, Rhea hopped out of the ring and connected with some fans as she paced the ramp to the stage. Her stride hadn't suffered a blow. But he did, every time she looked at him with innocence.
He couldn't do right by this kid. He wasn't her protector like she claimed he was. He was her punisher. He blinked at flashes of fucked-up, blood ridden hallucinations in his apartment after seeing Rhea at Madame X. He had to push her away before he ruined her life.
Damian retreated further into himself and further away from Rhea.