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Taking Down a Dragon

This is a fictional story featuring the TV characters Liv Morgan and Dominik Mysterio. It is not related to their real lives in any way. Please remember to distinguish between their real-life personas and their on-screen characters. Enjoy the story!

September 16, 2024

Dominik and Liv arrived at the arena for Monday Night Raw with the kind of quiet excitement that always filled the air before a show. The lights of the arena glowed in the distance, casting a warm hue over the parking lot as they stepped out of their car. Dominik was deep in thought, his match against Dragon Lee weighing on him, but Liv’s presence at his side made him feel grounded.

She could sense the tension in him, the way his jaw clenched as they walked toward the entrance. She reached for his hand, lacing her fingers with his, and gave it a reassuring squeeze. He glanced at her, offering a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"Hey," Liv said softly, stopping him just outside the doors. "Talk to me. You’ve been quiet since we left the hotel. What's going on in that head of yours?"

Dominik sighed, running his free hand through his hair. "I’ve just got a lot on my mind. Tonight’s match… it’s a big one. Dragon Lee’s no joke, and he’s got the support of the LWO, including you know who." He spat the last two words, frustration creeping into his voice.

Liv tilted her head, studying him. She knew that ever since Dominik had broken away from Rey, the tension between them had only grown. It wasn’t just about the matches or the in-ring rivalry; it was personal, and it weighed on Dominik more than he liked to admit. Tonight wasn’t just another fight. It was a reminder of the family he’d left behind—and the one he was trying to build on his own terms.

"I get it," Liv said, stepping closer to him, her voice gentle but firm. "But you’ve faced worse. You’ve faced your deadbeat himself and come out stronger every time. Dragon Lee is just another guy in the ring, Dom. He’s good, but he’s not you."

Dominik looked down at her, his lips curving into a small smile as he felt the warmth of her words wrap around him. "You make it sound so easy."

Liv grinned, nudging him playfully. "Because it is easy. You’ve got this. You know you do. You’ve been through hell and back, and you’re still standing. That says more about you than anything your dad or his little minions can throw at you."

Dominik chuckled softly, the tension easing from his shoulders. Liv always had a way of cutting through the noise in his head, of seeing him when he couldn’t see himself. He admired that about her—her ability to be strong not just for herself, but for him too.

"I just…" He paused, searching for the right words. "I want to prove that I’m not just Rey Mysterio’s son. I want to prove that I’m better than him. That I’m my own man, and they can’t keep seeing me as this weak kid anymore."

Liv’s expression softened as she reached up to cup his cheek. "You are your own man, Dom. You don’t have to prove that to anyone. Not to the fans, not to your dad, and not to Dragon Lee. You’ve already proven it by being you—by forging your own path, by standing up for yourself, and by choosing what you want out of life. And tonight, when you get in that ring, you’re going to show everyone exactly who my Daddy Dom is."

Her words washed over him like a wave of calm. He leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a moment, letting her presence steady him. When he opened his eyes again, the doubt had faded, replaced by a quiet determination.

"How’d I get so lucky, huh?" he asked, his voice soft and full of affection.

Liv laughed, rolling her eyes playfully. "I ask myself the same thing every day."

Dominik pulled her into his arms, holding her close for a moment. Her arms wrapped around his waist, her head resting against his chest. She could hear his racing heart start to slow to a calmer rythmn. The weight of the night ahead seemed to lift as they stood there together, wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other.

"Thank you," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Liv tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes bright. "Always. You’ve got this, Dom. And I’ll be right there watching you kick ass, just like always."

With renewed confidence, Dominik nodded. "Let’s go get ready, then."

They walked hand in hand into the arena, their footsteps echoing in the dimly lit hallway. The buzz of backstage activity surrounded them as they made their way to the locker room, but Dominik’s focus had sharpened, thanks to Liv’s unwavering support. He changed into his gear, his mind clearer now, his confidence growing.

As he tightened the laces on his boots, Liv sat next to him, her hand resting on his knee. "Just remember," she said softly, her eyes locking with his, "you’re not fighting for your dad’s approval anymore. You’re fighting for you. And no one can take that away from you."

”I’m fight for you though, babe,” Dominik smiled, the fire in his chest burning brighter. "But you’re right."

"I always am," Liv teased, leaning in to kiss him gently.

Dominik kissed her back, lingering for a moment, savoring the feeling of her lips on his, the way she could make him feel invincible with just a few words and a single touch. He stood up, rolling his shoulders and feeling the energy coursing through him.

"Let’s go," he said, his voice steady and full of purpose.

Liv stood with him, giving him one last encouraging smile before they headed toward the ring. As they walked hand-in-hand down the hallway, the crowd’s roar grew louder, the anticipation building. Dominik felt the familiar thrill of stepping into the spotlight, but this time, with Liv’s words still ringing in his ears, he felt stronger—like he could take on anything.

The rest of The Judgment Day met them as they approached the curtain, Liv squeezed his hand once more before his music hit. "Go show them who you are, Dom."

He nodded and winked at Liv, his heart pounding with a newfound confidence. And as he stepped through the curtain, ready to take down a dragon, he knew that no matter what happened, Liv believed in him. And that was all he needed.

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Return to Mexico

September 7, 2024

Liv stood on the balcony of the Mexico City hotel, a cool breeze rustling through her hair as she gazed at the twinkling city lights below. The night was alive with the sounds of traffic, laughter, and distant music. It had been a grueling day of travel. Her body ached, but there was something invigorating about the energy in the air. She leaned against the railing, her fingers brushing the cool metal as she took in the city's vibrant beauty.

The couple returned to Mexico City during their weekend off to remember the experience from the summer, only this time, there would be no sneaking around, no hiding. Just the two of them.

Behind her, the door to their room slid open softly. She smiled without turning around, already sensing his presence. Dominik stepped out, his footsteps light, but Liv could always feel him near. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her against his chest, the warmth of his body instantly soothing her tired muscles.

Liv leaned back into him, her fingers finding his hands and lacing them together across her stomach.

“Hola Güerita," Dominik whispered into her ear, his lips brushing the edge of her jaw,

Liv turned in his arms, gazing up at him with a playful smile. He kissed her forehead, brushing a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Dominik was mesmerized by Liv, captivated by her natural beauty.

“You know what we should do?” Dominik asked a mischievous glint in his eyes despite the fatigue.

Liv arched an eyebrow. “What?”

“Dance with me,” he said, as the music floated up from the streets—a soulful rhythm with the unmistakable pulse of Mexico in every note.

“Dom, you know I can’t dance,” she laughed.

“Come on, just follow my lead,” he said confidently.

Liv couldn’t say no to him, especially when he gave her those big brown eyes.

She nodded, resting her head against Dominik’s chest as they swayed gently to the music. He wrapped his arms around her, the soreness in their bodies forgotten for a moment as they let the melody guide them. It wasn’t a fast-paced dance, just the two of them moving in time with the night, the quiet intimacy of the moment eclipsing the noise of the city.

“I didn’t know you could dance,” Liv teased, her voice barely above a whisper as she felt Dominik’s heart beat steadily against her cheek.

“I can’t,” he chuckled softly, “but you make it easy.”

She smiled against his chest, closing her eyes as they moved slowly under the stars. The aches from the show and the long travel day didn’t matter anymore. For now, it was just them, wrapped in the magic of the city.

After a while, the song below ended, but they stayed there, still swaying, holding onto the peacefulness of the night. Liv looked up at Dominik, her eyes soft and full of affection. “I think this is my favorite moment of the trip,” she whispered.

Dominik leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Mine too,” he murmured, his voice as tender as the night breeze.

He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together as he lowered his head to meet her lips in a slow, tender kiss. The world around them seemed to disappear, the noise of the city fading into the background as they melted into each other. The taste of him, warm and familiar, sent a shiver down Liv’s spine, and she deepened the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck.

When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Liv's eyes sparkled with a mix of exhaustion and desire. She looked up at him, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips.

Dominik smirked, his hands sliding down to rest on her hips, pulling her flush against him. She could feel the hard lines of his body pressed against hers, the strength in his arms as he held her to him. The world around them away, leaving only the two of them in this moment, lost in each other.

He gently guided her inside, the city lights casting a soft glow through the sheer curtains. The room felt like their own private world now, far away from the chaos of their lives. Liv laughed softly as Dominik spun her around, their bodies swaying together in a silent dance, the rhythm of their movements in sync with the pulse of the city outside.

Dominik’s hands roamed her back, fingers tracing the contours of her waist and up to her shoulders, pulling her closer with every breath. Liv’s hands explored his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. She loved how grounded she felt with him, how he could make her forget the rest of the world in moments like this.

As they moved toward the bed, their kisses became more urgent, more heated. Their bodies tingled with anticipation as Dominik’s lips traveled down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She sighed softly, her hands gripping his shoulders as he lowered her onto the soft sheets, his body hovering over hers.

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with something deeper than just passion. "I love you, Liv," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing.

Her heart swelled at his words, and she reached up, threading her fingers through his long brown hair, pulling him down for another kiss. "I love you too, Dom," she whispered back against his lips, feeling the truth of her words deep in her chest.

The city outside buzzed on, oblivious to the world Liv and Dominik were creating inside their room. It was a world where nothing else mattered. Just the two of them, lost in each other, savoring every touch, every kiss, every moment.

As the night wore on, they lay together, tangled in the sheets, the city lights flickering through the window like stars. Liv rested her head on Dominik’s chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, her fingers tracing his tattoos as she studied him.

She pulled herself up on top of him, her long blond hair draping around his face like a curtain - a position that was familiar to him.

“You’re everything to me,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “You know that, right?”

Liv smiled, her hands framing his face as she kissed him again, this time softer, slower. “And you’re everything to me,” she whispered against his lips.

The weight of the day melted away, replaced by the heat of their passion, the intensity of their connection. They stayed like that for a while, content in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Eventually, exhaustion from the day began to creep in, and they drifted off to sleep, intertwined with each other.

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Officially Official

This is a fictional story featuring the TV characters Liv Morgan and Dominik Mysterio. It is not related to their real lives in any way. Please remember to distinguish between their real-life personas and their on-screen characters.

August 3, 2024

The roar of the crowd still echoed in Liv Morgan's ears as she and Dominik Mysterio stepped through the curtain, leaving the chaos of SummerSlam behind them. Her heart was racing, not just from the intensity of the match against Rhea Ripley, but from the moment that had changed everything between her and Dominik. 

With thousands of fans screaming, Dominik had made his choice clear. He chose her. When their lips met in that electrifying kiss, it felt like the world had stopped, leaving just the two of them in that one perfect moment. And Rhea—her former friend, now bitter rival—was left heartbroken, her glare burning through the noise of the arena. 

As they reached the backstage area, the energy still pulsed between them. Liv, still catching her breath, looked up at Dominik with a mix of triumph and disbelief. "Did that really just happen?" she asked, a smile playing on her lips. 

Dominik grinned, pulling her into a tight embrace. "It did. And I’m not going anywhere." Liv felt her heart swell as she buried her face in his chest, his arms wrapped securely around her. 

For so long, Liv had fought to prove herself, both to the WWE Universe and to those she cared about. And tonight, she had done it. She had taken down Rhea, a painful chapter finally closed. But more than that, she had found something real with Dominik, a bond she hadn’t expected. 

They pulled back slightly, and Liv met his eyes, the intensity between them still crackling like electricity. "You didn’t have to do that out there, you know." 

Dominik’s expression softened as he cupped her face in his hands. "I wanted to. Liv, I’ve been waiting for the right moment, and tonight—seeing you fight, seeing how much heart you put into that match—I knew. I knew I couldn’t hide it anymore. I’m with you, no matter what." 

Liv blinked back the emotion that threatened to spill over. She had always been the fighter, always been the one people doubted. But here, with Dominik, she didn’t feel like she had to fight for his affection or approval. He saw her, really saw her, for who she was. 

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "For choosing me." 

Dominik smiled and kissed her forehead gently. "You never had to wonder." They stood there for a moment, lost in each other amidst the buzz of the backstage area. Wrestlers and crew moved around them, congratulating Liv on her win, but none of it mattered. It was just the two of them in their little world, where everything finally made sense. 

Dominik led her to a quieter corner, away from the hustle and bustle. "You were incredible out there," he said, his fingers lacing with hers. "Seeing you face Rhea, knowing your history—it made me realize just how strong you are. I’m proud of you, Liv. So proud."

“I still can’t believe you kissed me out there,” Liv said, grinning up at him. “In front of everyone.”

Dominik chuckled, pulling her closer. “I couldn’t help it. You were incredible out there, Liv. You’ve always been incredible.”

Liv’s heart fluttered at his words. She had spent so long building walls, afraid of letting people in after being hurt by those she thought she could trust. But with Dominik, it was different. He had broken through those walls without even trying, and now, there was no going back. 

As they walked together under the moonlit sky, hand in hand, Liv glanced at Dominik, her heart still racing. It wasn’t just from the match—it was from everything that had happened afterward. His kiss had been tender but full of promise, telling her what words couldn’t.

They reached their hotel, the exhaustion from the night slowly creeping in as the adrenaline faded. Liv had thought of everything—when they walked into the room, the familiar smell of Dominik’s favorite meal greeted them. On the table, neatly set, were chicken tenders and ranch, still warm and waiting.

Dominik’s eyes lit up as he looked at the spread. “You got me chicken tenders? When did you even do this?” he asked, turning to Liv with an amused but touched expression. 

Liv laughed softly, loving the way his face lit up. “Of course. I ordered them while you were changing. I know I'm starving, but I figured you’d be hungry after watching me kick Rhea’s ass all night.”

Dominik shook his head, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re perfect.”

They both sat down at the small table, and Liv watched as Dominik eagerly dug into his food, dipping a tender into the ranch. There was something so simple, yet so intimate, about the moment. It wasn’t flashy or grand—it was just them, enjoying each other’s company, away from the spotlight.

“You really didn’t have to do this,” Dominik said between bites, his eyes soft as he looked at her. “But it’s perfect.”

Liv shrugged, smiling. “I wanted to. Tonight was a big deal for me, for us. And I wanted to end it right.”

Dominik reached across the table, taking her hand. “Liv, tonight was amazing. Not just because of the match, but because of you. I’ve wanted to make this official for a while now, and out there—well, it just felt like the right time.”

Liv’s heart fluttered, and she smiled, feeling the warmth of his words. “I’m glad you did. I’ve been waiting for this, too.”

Dominik squeezed her hand gently before letting it go to finish their meal. As they ate, the conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and playful teasing. Liv couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this at ease, this content. After everything with Rhea, the betrayal, the hurt, she had finally found something good, something real, with Dominik.

When the food was gone and the night had grown quieter, they moved to the bed, collapsing onto the soft pillows, exhausted but happy. Liv snuggled into Dominik’s side, her head resting on his chest as his arm wrapped around her. She could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and it was the most comforting sound she’d ever heard.

“You know,” Liv murmured, her voice soft in the dim light of the room, “I used to think that winning matches, proving myself in the ring, was the most important thing to me. But now… I think this might be more important.”

Dominik tilted his head to look down at her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “What do you mean?”

Liv smiled, her hand resting over his heart. “I mean this—us. I’m still going to fight, still going to chase those wins. But tonight, when you kissed me out there, it felt like I’d already won.”

Dominik’s eyes softened as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You did win. You’ve won me, Liv. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Liv closed her eyes, letting his words sink in. She had been through so much, had fought so many battles, but with Dominik by her side, she finally felt like she didn’t have to fight alone.

“I love you,” she whispered, the words slipping out before she could stop them.

For a moment, there was silence, and Liv’s heart raced as she wondered if she had said too much. But then she felt Dominik’s fingers gently lifting her chin, guiding her face to meet his gaze.

“I love you, too,” he said, his voice steady and sure.

Liv’s heart soared at his words, and she smiled, her lips finding his in a soft, lingering kiss. In that moment, nothing else mattered—not the match, not the past, not even the future. All that mattered was that they had each other.

As they lay there together, wrapped up in each other’s warmth, Liv knew that this was the real victory.

To be continued…

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More than just a Hotel Key

This is a fictional story featuring the TV characters Liv Morgan and Dominik Mysterio. It is not related to their real lives in any way. Please remember to distinguish between their real-life personas and their on-screen characters. Enjoy the story!

June 10, 2024

Liv sat on the edge of the plush hotel bed, her fingers tracing the floral embroidery on the comforter as she glanced at the clock on the wall. It was well past midnight, and the adrenaline from Monday Night Raw still pulsed through her veins. She had slipped Dominik Mysterio a key to her room earlier, something she’d been nervous about all night. They had been flirting for months, trading playful banter in the locker room and backstage, but this was the boldest move she had ever made. She knew if she didn’t do this now, she may never get the chance again. 

Her heart pounded as she wondered if he would show up. She had no idea if Dominik shared her feelings, but tonight, with Finn’s encouragement, she’d taken a leap. As the minutes ticked by, Liv found herself growing anxious. Would he come? Did he feel the same? Her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her oversized sweatshirt, the silence in the room becoming louder with every passing second.

The moments felt like hours until finally, she heard a soft knock at the door which interrupted her racing thoughts. 

Her breath hitched. She stood, trying to steady her nerves, excitement bubbling just beneath the surface.

The door slowly opened and a familiar shadow emerged from the dimly lit entryway. 

"Liv?" Dominik said softly as he entered the room. He looked uncertain for a moment, but as their gazes locked, a warm smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

“You left this for me?" he asked, his voice low and warm. 

Liv nodded, her breath catching. "I wasn’t sure if you’d come."

It wasn’t just a key to her hotel room, but to something much deeper. Liv had felt a connection with Dominik for weeks, their stolen glances backstage and brief, whispered conversations sparking something in her she hadn't expected. Tonight, she had decided to take a chance, to let him in—not just physically, but emotionally. The key she left behind was a symbol, a gesture that went far beyond just opening a door. It was her way of telling him that she was ready to open her heart. 

Dominik stepped inside, the door closing behind him with a quiet click. The air between them crackled with anticipation as he took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers.

He reached for her hand, his touch gentle but sure. "I wouldn’t miss this for anything." There was a moment of silence, charged with the months of unspoken tension between them. 

Liv felt her heart pounding as Dominik’s thumb brushed across her knuckles, his gaze never leaving hers. 

"I’ve wanted this," Liv whispered, stepping closer. "I’ve wanted you." Dominik smiled, a soft, genuine smile that made her feel like everything was falling into place. He gently cupped her face, his thumb tracing her cheek. 

"I’ve wanted you too, Liv. For a long time." 

Then, as if the invisible line that held them apart finally snapped, Dominik closed the distance, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both tender and full of months of longing. Liv melted into him, her hands sliding up his chest as she pulled him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against hers.

The kiss deepened, their shared passion igniting in the quiet room. Dominik’s hands found her waist, his touch sending shivers down her spine. 

Liv’s arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. As they pulled back, breathless, Dominik rested his forehead against hers, his hands still cradling her face. "I’m here, Liv. I’m not going anywhere." 

Liv pressed herself against him, her fingers tugging gently at his shirt, urging him toward the bed. They stumbled back, laughter mingling with their breaths as they fell onto the soft sheets together.

In that moment, nothing else mattered—no matches, no rivalries, nothing. Just the two of them, finally giving in to the feelings they had kept hidden for so long.

As they lay tangled in each other’s arms, the night stretched on, filled with whispered confessions, stolen kisses, and the quiet hum of something new and undeniable. They had always danced around the edge of something more, something they both knew was always there, but now, there was no turning back.

Dominik placed his hand under her chin, Liv smiled up at him, her heart full. “Stay with me tonight.”

Dominik nodded, his forehead resting against hers. “I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

To be continued…

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If there's no pics, then we at least get a story.

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I absolutely loved this. If it doesn't have you smiling long before the end, I don't know what to tell you.

KNEADING LAUGHTER.

This was requested by the lovely janna (@livdoms) 🎀

Liv set up her camera in her cozy kitchen, the warm light highlighting the rustic charm of the wooden cabinets and the assortment of ingredients laid out on the counter. A bright smile lit up her face as she pressed the record button. "Hello, guys!! It's Liv, and today I'm baking cookies!" she announced, her voice full of enthusiasm. She clapped her hands together, causing a little puff of flour to rise from the counter, which made her giggle.

As she was about to continue, she caught something out of the corner of her eye and turned her head, her laughter bubbling up even more. Dominik was standing just off-camera, his arms crossed and an exaggerated pout on his face. He was playfully glaring at her, his eyes narrowed in mock annoyance. "You're not going to introduce me???" he whined, dragging out the words as if deeply offended.

Liv couldn't help but laugh at his antics. With a mischievous grin, she reached out and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the shot. "And Dom is here!" she declared, her voice still tinged with laughter. She leaned into him slightly, their chemistry evident as they shared a knowing look.

Dominik grins as he looks down at Liv, a spark of mischief and affection dancing in his eyes. The love he feels for her is undeniable, shining through in the way he gazes at her. With a playful smirk, he gently nudges her out of the frame, his touch so light and teasing that it makes her giggle. Taking center stage, he strikes a dramatic pose in front of the camera. "And I'll be baking cookies today! No more Liv," he declares, his voice full of mock seriousness, though the twinkle in his eyes gives him away.

Liv, not one to be outdone, quickly tries to push him out of the frame in return, but Dominik is quicker. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close and holding her in place. They both burst into laughter, the sound filling the kitchen as they look at each other, smiles wide and eyes sparkling.

Liv playfully rolled her eyes, wrapping her arms around Dominik. "You're sooo annoying, I swear," she teased, her voice light and full of affection. Dominik raised an eyebrow and glanced at an imaginary camera, breaking the fourth wall like a character from The Office.

"Yet you're still holding meee," he teased back, his tone smug and playful. Liv scoffed, pretending to be annoyed, and started to let go of him, but Dominik tightened his hold, refusing to let her go.

"We have a video to filmmmm!" she whined, her tone full of mock frustration. Finally, with a mischievous grin, Dominik released her, his hands lingering just a moment longer, both of them unable to hide their smiles.

"So, I have a list full of the baking ingredients and steps on this paper!" Liv announces enthusiastically, grabbing a small note off the counter and holding it up to the camera. She flashes a bright smile, excited to start.

Dominik squints his eyes, trying to make out the tiny handwriting on the paper. "You're so blind, oh my god... go get your glasses, babe," Liv teases, giggling as she watches him struggle.

Dominik huffs in mock annoyance, narrowing his eyes at the tiny writing on the note. "Tú también estás ciega, mujer," he mutters in Spanish, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm as he shakes his head. He gives her a knowing look before turning away to fetch his glasses, his footsteps heavy with exaggerated reluctance.

Liv, still giggling, catches the meaning and calls out after him, "I understood that!" Her laughter echoes through the kitchen as she waves the note in the air, amused by the playful banter between them.

She glances at the camera for a moment, a small laugh slipping out of her mouth. "You know, the funny thing is," Liv begins, her tone light and teasing, "I see a lot of people asking for you to bring your glasses back. Some of them even joke about throwing out your contacts." She says it just loud enough for Dominik to hear as he’s off-screen.

Dominik reappears in the frame, now wearing his glasses, and shakes his head with a playful grin. "I see those comments too," he admits, adjusting his glasses, "and maybe I will, but y'all better stop with the threats!" he jokes, pointing at the camera as if addressing the fans directly. He shakes his head again, pretending to be serious, but the smirk on his face gives him away.

"One day, when it’s Monday and you get me mad, I’ll throw out your lenses so you have to wear your glasses on Raw," Liv says, her tone dripping with playful mischief as she flips her hair with a dramatic flair. Her eyes twinkle with humor, clearly enjoying the banter.

Dominik lets out a theatrical sigh, raising an eyebrow in mock annoyance. "I never get you mad, so that won’t be happening," he retorts with a sassy grin, his tone full of exaggerated confidence.

"And you know that for a fact," Dominik says with a teasing grin, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief. He moves behind Liv with a smooth, affectionate gesture, leaning in to place a tender kiss on the top of her head. The kiss is soft and gentle, filled with warmth and sincerity. As he pulls away, a broad, genuine smile spreads across his face, his happiness evident in the way his eyes crinkle and his cheeks lift.

"Whatevverrr, let’s get the ingredients!" Liv exclaims, trying to redirect the conversation and feign annoyance. Her voice has a slight edge, but her flushed cheeks and the way she avoids eye contact reveal that her irritation is more for show than genuine. The redness in her face hints at her lingering amusement and warmth from Dominik’s earlier gesture.

Dominik’s eyes soften with affection as he watches her, a soft, playful giggle escaping his lips. He leans in slightly, his fingers gently poking her cheek in a tender, teasing motion. The touch is light and affectionate, making her smile despite her attempts to stay annoyed. His expression is one of endearing mischief, and he nods with a knowing grin, acknowledging her attempt to change the subject while clearly enjoying the affection.

She then turns to the camera with renewed focus, and Dominik joins her, their attention now on the array of ingredients laid out on the counter. "These are the ingredients we’ll be using for the cookies, guysss," Dominik announces, his voice adopting a high-pitched, mockingly enthusiastic tone that mirrors Liv’s earlier excitement. He gestures grandly to the assortment of baking supplies, trying to keep a straight face.

Liv gives him a sharp side-eye, her expression a mix of amusement and mock exasperation. Dominik bites his lip, struggling to stifle a laugh as he catches her reaction. The atmosphere is light and filled with laughter.

"Okay, so I'm letting Dom start with mixing the ingredients, and then I'll give the cookies their form!" Liv announces with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling as she faces the camera. Her tone is full of playful authority as she sets the stage for their baking session.

Dominik lets out an exaggerated groan, his voice dripping with mock annoyance. "She’s giving me all the workk," he whines, though he can’t help but grin as he begins to gather the ingredients. With a dramatic flourish, he starts measuring and mixing, his movements animated and slightly theatrical.

"Chop chop!" Liv calls out, her grin widening. In a swift, playful gesture, she gives Dominik a gentle smack on the butt. The touch is light, but Dominik’s reaction is anything but. He spins around, his eyes widening in exaggerated shock as he lets out a high-pitched, melodramatic scream. "OWWWWW!" he yells, the sound echoing through the kitchen.

Liv erupts into laughter, her hands clapping in delight as she watches his over-the-top response. "I didn’t even do it that hard!" she protests, her laughter bubbling up as she tries to defend her actions.

"Liarr!! She almost smacked my bum off!" Dominik counters, his voice filled with playful outrage. He takes a few dramatic steps backward, rubbing his rear as if it were genuinely sore. His face is a comical mix of mock pain and amusement, adding to the fun atmosphere.

"I would neverrrrr!!" Liv protests playfully, her voice carrying a mix of mock indignation and genuine affection. She strides over to Dominik, rising onto her tiptoes as she wraps her arms around him. With a flurry of kisses, she dots his face with soft, loving pecks, each one more playful than the last. Her actions are both lively and tender, her warmth clearly visible in the way she showers him with affection.

Dominik’s resistance crumbles instantly. His face lights up with an enamored smile, his eyes reflecting pure adoration. "Fineee, maybe you didn’t hit me that hard," he mumbles, his voice trailing off as he tries to hide his grin. His attempt at maintaining a serious demeanor fails as he looks away, trying to act nonchalant.

Liv’s smile widens, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she shakes her head in mock contemplation. "Hmmm," she murmurs, leaning in towards the corner of his cheek. Just as she’s about to plant a kiss there, Dominik unexpectedly shifts, pressing his lips firmly against hers. The kiss is brief but electrifying.

As they pull away, Liv gasps dramatically. "You're so annoying!!" she exclaims with a mix of laughter and mock frustration, giving his arm a gentle slap. Dominik’s laughter follows, his joy evident in the way he looks at her, fully aware of what he just did.

After several minutes of laughter and playful banter, Liv and Dominik refocus on their baking task. Liv’s eyes narrow as she watches him mix the ingredients, her attention sharp as she monitors his progress. Suddenly, with a mischievous glint in his eye, Dominik takes a handful of flour and tosses it in her direction.

The flour drifts through the air in a white cloud, landing on Liv with a surprising burst. Her mouth drops open in disbelief, and her eyes widen as she stares at him, speechless.

Her mouth drops open in disbelief, and her eyes widen as she stares at him, speechless. “Babe!" she finally exclaims, her tone a mix of shock and amazement. She narrows her eyes at Dominik, who is grinning with a look of pure satisfaction.

Without missing a beat, Liv’s playful spirit kicks in. She reaches out for the flour canister with a determined glint in her eye. With a swift, decisive motion, she grabs a generous handful of flour and hurls it at Dominik. The flour explodes against him, covering him in a cloud of white powder.

Dominik’s eyes go wide with shock, his mouth hanging open as he stands frozen, now dusted in flour. The kitchen erupts into laughter as Liv looks at him amused, the playful flour fight turning their baking session into a fun, messy adventure.

Soon enough, the room was blanketed in a fine dust of flour, and so were Liv and Dominik. Their hair was streaked with white powder, and their outfits were covered in flour from the impromptu food fight. Despite the mess, their laughter filled the room, a testament to their shared enjoyment of the playful chaos.

Suddenly, the camera cuts to a new scene. The flour-covered kitchen is replaced by a neat table, where Liv and Dominik now sit with serious expressions. Before them lies a plate of bakery-bought cookies, pristine and untouched. Liv tries to stifle a giggle as she addresses the camera, her attempt at a serious demeanor barely holding.

"I'm never baking with him again," she declares with a mock-serious tone, her lips twitching as she tries to maintain her composure. Dominik, sitting beside her, struggles to keep a straight face, his eyes dancing with amusement despite the serious front they’re trying to present.

"We all know that's a lie—" Dominik begins, his voice laced with playful certainty, but he doesn't get to finish his sentence. Liv shoots him a sharp side-eye, her expression a mix of mock irritation and amusement. Before he can respond further, the camera abruptly shuts off, leaving the two of them in their lighthearted moment, the room still echoing with their laughter.

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THREE LITTLE WORLDS, 3.

Dominik spent two agonizing weeks living a lie, forced to pretend that he despised Liv every time he was around Rhea. It was a torment unlike anything he’d ever known. Each encounter with Rhea demanded an act—a coldness that felt alien, like a second skin he couldn’t peel off. Inside, though, Dominik was crumbling. Every forced word, every bitter glance directed at Liv’s memory, gnawed at him like a relentless beast.

Liv hadn’t appeared on any of the recent Raw shows. It was as if she had vanished, leaving nothing but a hollow void where she used to be. Dominik’s eyes searched every screen, every corner of the arena, hoping for even a fleeting glimpse of her, but she remained elusive. The one time they played her video package on the screen, it felt like a dagger straight to his heart. Her smile, her voice—it all flooded back, a tidal wave of memories and emotions he had been trying to suppress. In that moment, something snapped within him. The wall he had so carefully built to contain his feelings began to crack.

He longed for her with an intensity that scared him. It wasn’t just desire; it was a deep, aching need. He missed everything about her—the way she laughed, the way she looked at him like he was the only person in the world. But more than that, he missed what they had once shared before everything went wrong. And he knew, deep down, that he was the reason for her pain. He was the one who had broken her, and the guilt of it was a constant, suffocating presence.

Dominik hated himself for it. He hated that he had to keep up this cruel charade, hated that he couldn’t just reach out to her, hold her, and tell her how much he still cared. All he wanted was to love her, to make things right, but it seemed like every time he tried to hold onto someone, they slipped through his fingers like sand. It was as if the universe was conspiring against him, punishing him for sins he couldn’t atone for.

The days dragged on, each one heavier than the last. Dominik felt trapped in a nightmare of his own making, one where his heart and mind were at war. He knew he had to keep up the facade for now, but with each passing day, the weight of it became harder to bear. And in the quiet moments, when he was alone with his thoughts, all he could think about was Liv—how much he wanted her, how much he needed her, and how much it was killing him to pretend otherwise.

Dominik found solace in Finn’s presence almost daily, a fragile comfort amidst the turmoil that raged within him. Finn could see the pain etched in every line of Dominik’s face, the way his shoulders slumped as if carrying an invisible weight. It tore at Finn’s heart because he knew—he knew this was his doing. The guilt was like a shadow that followed him everywhere, a constant reminder that the plan he had devised with such confidence had gone terribly wrong.

Finn had crafted the plan with meticulous care, believing it to be flawless. In his mind, it was supposed to bring them all closer to their goals, to achieve something greater. But he hadn’t foreseen the emotional wreckage it would leave behind. He hadn’t anticipated that Dominik’s heart would be caught in the crossfire, or that the fallout would be so devastating. Now, every time he saw the haunted look in Dominik’s eyes, Finn felt another piece of his own resolve crumble.

There were moments when Finn’s guilt became almost unbearable. The urge to pick up the phone and call Liv would surge within him, a powerful, almost instinctual drive to set things right. He wanted to tell her everything—that Dominik’s coldness was nothing but a front, that behind the mask, he was still deeply in love with her. Finn wanted to confess it all, to break the silence that was causing his best friend so much pain.

But he couldn’t. The plan was simple, or at least it had been on paper. They both had to stick to it. Any deviation, any moment of weakness, and everything they were working towards would unravel. Finn knew this, and yet, the knowledge didn’t make it any easier. Every time he looked at Dominik, he was reminded of the cost of his decisions—the cost of loyalty, of strategy, of trying to outmaneuver their opponents.

So instead, Finn did the only thing he could: he stayed by Dominik’s side, offering what little comfort he could. He’d place a reassuring hand on Dominik’s shoulder, listen to him vent his frustrations, and try to lift his spirits, even though he knew it was like trying to mend a shattered mirror with tape. Finn didn’t have the answers, and he couldn’t undo the damage, but he could be there.

And yet, as much as Finn wanted to be strong for Dominik, there were nights when he lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if there was another way—if there was a path where no one had to suffer. But those thoughts were fleeting. Reality was harsh, and the stakes were too high. They had made their choices, and now, they had to see them through, no matter how much it hurt.

Tonight was the night the truth would be laid bare, and the anticipation was thick with tension backstage. Finn and Dominik stood in the locker room, the atmosphere charged with the weight of what was to come. Dominik’s anxiety was palpable, his hands trembling slightly as he fidgeted with the edge of his jacket. His gaze remained fixed on a distant point, his mind clearly racing through worst-case scenarios.

Finn watched his friend with a mixture of concern and guilt. He couldn’t ignore the gnawing remorse that had settled deep within him. He had orchestrated the plan, believing it to be the best course of action, but now, standing here, he saw the very real cost of his decisions etched on Dominik’s face. The sight of his friend so visibly shaken was a dagger to Finn’s heart.

Approaching Dominik, Finn placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, trying to offer comfort despite the turmoil churning inside him. “It’s going to be alright, okay?” he said, his voice steady but laced with its own undercurrent of worry.

Dominik sighed deeply, the sound escaping him like a puff of air from a balloon. He shook his head, eyes still distant, as he voiced his deepest fear. “What if she... doesn’t believe me? What if, when I try to tell her everything, she just thinks I’m lying? She said she couldn’t believe me tonight.”

The tremor in Dominik’s voice was a clear sign of the emotional strain he was under. Finn’s heart sank further at the confession, his face darkening with a frown of self-reproach. He had hoped that by now, the plan would have made everything clear, but the prospect of Liv doubting Dominik's sincerity was a painful reminder of how high the stakes were.

“She’ll believe you, Dom,” Finn said, trying to infuse his voice with the confidence he wanted to project. “She needed time after everything that happened, and that’s okay. People need time to heal.”

Finn took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. “Look, I know she loves you a lot, Dom. Liv talked about you all the time. She cares for you deeply. That’s not going to change overnight, but it will change.”

He offered Dominik a small, reassuring smile, hoping it conveyed some of the conviction he felt. “Trust me, she’ll understand. You’ve got this.”

“Thanks, Finn,” Dominik said softly, his voice almost a whisper. The heaviness in his heart remained, but he clung to Finn’s words as a fragile hope. He attempted to find some solace in the reassurance, even as his mind continued to cloud with worries about Liv and the guilt that weighed on him.

Before Finn could offer any further words of encouragement, Rhea burst into the locker room. Her presence was commanding, her eyes locking onto Dominik with a determined focus that didn’t waver. Finn, once again, was left in the background, his presence unnoticed as Rhea took charge.

“Dom, we have to get going!” Rhea’s tone was brisk, her urgency palpable. Dominik gave Finn a final, albeit troubled, glance. “Alright, talk to you later, Finn,” he said, his voice betraying a hint of the internal struggle he was feeling.

As Rhea approached, Dominik felt the familiar mask of pretense sliding back into place. He forced a smile, one that was meant to be warm but felt hollow. Rhea immediately wrapped her arms around his shoulders, guiding him towards the entrance with a firm but affectionate grip. Dominik followed, his movements mechanical, as his thoughts remained tangled in images of Liv and the gnawing guilt of his actions.

The journey to the entrance seemed interminable, each step dragging as time stretched unbearably slow. Dominik’s mind was a storm of conflicting emotions—he was present, yet miles away in his thoughts, lost in the ache of longing and regret.

Suddenly, the staff rushed them along, signaling that it was almost time. Rhea’s theme music hit, reverberating through the corridors and drawing an enthusiastic roar from the crowd. The excitement was palpable, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside Dominik.

As they stepped onto the ramp, the bright lights and deafening cheers swallowed them. The crowd’s energy surged around them, a stark reminder of the spectacle that awaited. Dominik walked beside Rhea, his smile fixed and unyielding, even as his heart remained heavy with unresolved emotions.

Dominik watched as Rhea performed her entrance with practiced ease, her confidence evident in every step and movement. She was a force of nature, commanding the crowd’s attention and drawing their adoration. Dominik, however, was a contrast in turmoil. As Rhea’s entrance came to a close, she turned to him, her smirk widening. She pulled him close and pressed a kiss against his cheek. The gesture was intended to be affectionate, but for Dominik, it felt like a weight pressing down on his chest.

He bit the inside of his cheek, fighting the urge to recoil, to push her away. The pretense of their relationship was a painful farce, and the kiss was a stark reminder of the charade he was trapped in. His heart pounded with a relentless rhythm, a drumbeat that echoed the chaos in his mind.

Then, the unmistakable strains of Liv’s theme song blared through the arena, cutting through the roar of crowd noise. Dominik’s world seemed to narrow to the ramp where Liv appeared. He froze, his breath catching in his throat as he watched her step into view. She was stunning—her presence, her grace, the way the light caught her features—all of it intensified the ache in his heart. The image of her, looking so beautiful, felt like a bittersweet dagger.

Liv moved with a purpose, her eyes focused straight ahead. She didn’t glance toward Dominik, and Dominik could see the strain in her expression, the effort she was putting into keeping her emotions in check. The sight of her made his heart ache even more, a visceral reminder of everything he had lost and could not easily reclaim.

As Liv made her way to the ring, she seemed to be in a world of her own, a protective bubble that shielded her from the emotional turmoil that might ensue if she were to meet Dominik’s gaze. The distance between them felt like an abyss, one filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings. Dominik’s eyes stayed locked on her, his heart breaking with each step she took closer to the ring, knowing that tonight would be the moment where the truth was finally laid bare, but the pain of it all was already palpable.

Not once did Dominik’s eyes leave Liv. There was something mesmerizing about her; she seemed almost ethereal, drawing him in with an irresistible allure. The intensity of his gaze reflected a deep, aching admiration. The loud ringing of the bell jolted him from his trance, his focus snapping back to the present moment with a surge of anxiety.

His eyes were fixed on Liv with a worried intensity. The thought of her getting hurt, especially tonight, was almost unbearable. No matter the strain in their relationship or the complications between them, Dominik felt an unwavering protectiveness. He couldn’t bear the idea of seeing her harmed—he would rather take the pain upon himself than watch her suffer. For him, her safety was paramount, and he would do anything to ensure that she remained unharmed, no matter the cost.

As the bell rang, Liv swiftly rolled out of the ring, narrowly avoiding Ripley’s initial charge. Frustrated, Ripley pursued her with determined strides, but Liv was agile and evasive, maintaining a strategic distance from the powerhouse. When Ripley finally caught up, she executed a powerful suplex, demonstrating her dominance early in the match. The raw force of Ripley’s attack was undeniable as she followed up with a brutal Riptide from the top turnbuckle, leaving Liv crumpled on the mat.

Rather than going for a pin, Ripley’s overconfidence led her to seek further torment. She seemed intent on extending Liv’s suffering, but liv seized the opportunity to escape, sending Ripley crashing shoulder-first into the turnbuckle. The shift in momentum was slight but significant, as Liv began to focus on Ripley’s injured shoulder, aiming to exploit the vulnerability and weaken her opponent.

Dominik’s anxiety surged, his heart pounding with a frantic rhythm as he watched the unfolding chaos. His instinct was to run to Liv, to pull her into his arms and whisk her away from the danger that loomed. He bit his lip, struggling to contain his fear and helplessness as he witnessed Liv endure the grueling pain. The match’s brutal reality was a sharp reminder of how much he cared, and every second felt like an eternity as he hoped for her safety and well-being.

The entirety of the match was a whirlwind of emotions, a relentless torrent that tested the limits of everyone involved. Liv had to maintain a tight grip on her emotions throughout, each fleeting glance towards Dominik causing her heart to ache with a deep, unfulfilled longing. The brief, painful connection between them, fleeting as it was, made the match even more excruciating.

Rhea, on the other hand, was consumed by resentment and a fierce determination to reclaim her title. The intensity of her need to win was palpable, driving her every move and amplifying her aggression. For Dominik, the constant undercurrent of fear for Liv’s safety was a relentless burden. Each time Rhea aimed to inflict harm on Liv, Dominik’s heart twisted in anguish. He was tormented by the desire to rush to her side, but he remained rooted, struggling to contain his impulse to intervene.

In a critical moment, Rhea’s focus wavered, offering Liv a precious opportunity. With a sudden burst of resolve, Liv seized Rhea and hurled her into the corner of the ring. The impact was severe, and Rhea’s injured shoulder, still recovering from previous damage, bore the brunt of the collision. An agonized scream escaped Rhea’s lips as she clutched her shoulder, the pain evident in her expression.

Liv rose to continue her assault on Rhea, her determination unwavering, but the referee intervened, halting her progress. Liv let out an exasperated sigh, her eyes flicking toward Dominik as he moved closer to the ring. She quickly turned away, unable to bear the sight of the man she loved—the man who had hurt her—showing concern for the woman who had betrayed her long ago.

Dominik’s silence spoke volumes; his gaze, fixed intently on Rhea, seemed to silently plead with the referee to let the match continue. His frustration was palpable, even though he remained largely passive.

Liv, seizing the moment, taunted Rhea with a mocking “Awww” as she approached, her grip tightening on Rhea’s hair. But before Liv could press her advantage, Rhea retaliated, kicking her off with force. Rhea then rolled out of the ring, attempting to regroup and escape further punishment.

Dominik stood at ringside, momentarily dumbfounded by the turn of events. His eyes briefly met Liv’s, and in that fleeting glance, he checked to ensure she was alright. The brief connection between them was charged with unspoken emotions, a reminder of the complicated web of feelings that enveloped their lives.

Rhea, seething with frustration and agony, let out a pained expletive, “Fuck!” Her distress was evident as she clutched her injured shoulder. Dominik, trying to offer some comfort, gently placed his hand on her uninjured shoulder. “It’s okay, it’s okay…” he murmured soothingly, his voice strained with concern. Rhea, overwhelmed by the pain, clung to him for support.

Liv saw Rhea’s vulnerability as an opportunity and wasted no time. Sliding out from the bottom rope, she approached with a determined stride. Dominik’s heart raced with anxiety as he recognized Liv’s movements, and he instinctively stepped back, giving her space.

Liv seized the moment, delivering a sharp kick to Rhea’s injured shoulder. The force of the kick sent Rhea crashing against the steel stairs with a harsh clang. Liv then leaned against the ring, visibly tired but sporting a smug smirk. The sight of her was jarring to Dominik; this fierce, ruthless side of Liv was something he hadn’t witnessed before.

Liv's grip on Rhea’s hair was unforgiving as she yanked her opponent’s head back, her actions punctuated by a series of sharp, unrelenting blows. The aggression in Liv’s eyes was unmistakable as she turned to face Dominik, her expression a mix of anger and bitter defiance. “This is your girl! This is who you chose!” she spat out, her voice edged with contempt. With a final, vicious strike, she made her point before stepping back, leaving Rhea reeling from the assault.

Dominik could only watch in anguish, his heart heavy with the weight of his conflicted emotions. He shook his head, the gesture an almost physical manifestation of his internal struggle. Silently, he told himself, “You’re the one I want,” as he witnessed the brutal side of Liv he had never seen before.

The match resumed with Liv focusing her relentless attack on Rhea’s already injured shoulder. Rhea was soon outside the ring again, her pain evident as she clutched her shoulder, struggling to cope with the agony. Dominik moved quickly to her side, trying to offer what comfort he could, his concern for her clearly written across his face.

However, his attention was abruptly drawn back to Liv as she barreled toward them with a fierce determination. Dominik’s heart raced with panic as he realized the imminent danger Liv posed. Knowing that if he didn’t act, she might inadvertently hurt herself, Dominik made a rapid decision. He pushed Rhea aside with a decisive shove, then stepped into Liv’s path just as she leaped over the top rope.

In a desperate bid to protect her, Dominik caught Liv mid-air, the force of their collision sending both of them crashing down onto the mat. The impact was jarring, and Dominik felt a surge of pain course through him, the sharp sting of the landing intensifying with every second. Despite the discomfort, a wave of relief washed over him. Liv was unharmed, and in that moment, Dominik’s resolve was reinforced. His promise to protect her, no matter the cost, was fulfilled once again, even as he endured the pain himself.

The match had reached a fever pitch, with every fan in the arena hanging on every moment, captivated by the intensity of the confrontation. Dominik, though, was grappling with his own turmoil. He knew it was time to act, and with a quiet resolve, he slid a steel chair from beneath the ring, its cold metal glinting under the arena lights. He pushed the chair into the ring, his actions concealed by the chaos of the ongoing battle. His plan was to aid Liv, though neither she nor Rhea was aware of his true intentions.

In the heat of the moment, Rhea’s anger flared uncontrollably. She grabbed the steel chair, raising it high above her head, ready to bring it crashing down on Liv. The chair shimmered ominously in the arena’s lights, a symbol of Rhea’s unrestrained fury. Dominik’s heart raced as he saw the scene unfolding; this wasn’t how he had envisioned things.

He muttered a frustrated curse under his breath, realizing that the match was veering off course. With a burst of determination, he leaped onto the ring apron. His movements were quick and deliberate as he reached for the chair, yanking it out of Rhea’s hands with a sudden, forceful pull. Rhea’s eyes widened with a mix of surprise and fury as she spun around to face him.

"You can’t win like this! You know you can’t use the chair or else you’re not winning!" Dominik’s voice was sharp and authoritative, his words cutting through the clamor of the crowd and the chaos of the match. His tone was a mix of urgency and deceit, masking his true intention to protect Liv.

Rhea’s face contorted with frustration, the anger in her eyes palpable as she stared at Dominik. She was visibly irate, her breath coming in short, angry bursts. Despite her frustration, she begrudgingly acknowledged the truth in Dominik’s words. "Okay! Fine!" she snapped, her voice laced with resentment. Her anger was evident in the way she slammed her fists by her sides, though she reluctantly accepted that Dominik’s point was valid.

Suddenly, Liv launched a fierce kick, propelling Rhea against the ropes with brutal force. The impact was so intense that Dominik lost his balance and toppled off the ring apron, crashing onto the floor below. For a moment, he was stunned and disoriented, but his focus quickly shifted. He knew that with Liv now holding the upper hand, victory was within reach for her.

Liv, driven by frustration and determination, let out an exasperated scream. She raced towards Rhea, who was still caught in the ropes, and launched into her finisher—the Oblivion. The arena seemed to hold its breath as Liv executed the move with precision and force. Dominik watched from the outside, trying to contain a smirk of satisfaction. He was almost certain that Liv’s powerful maneuver would secure her win.

The referee’s hand slapped the mat—“1... 2...” But in a stunning twist, Rhea’s shoulder lifted off the mat, breaking the count. Dominik’s eyes widened in shock and disbelief. He felt a surge of frustration as the realization hit him—Rhea had somehow managed to kick out of the Oblivion, a feat no one had achieved before. Dominik's mind raced, grappling with the unexpected turn. “How the fuck did she kick out?” he wondered aloud, the frustration evident in his voice.

Liv’s reaction was one of raw exasperation. She let out another anguished scream, her face contorted in disbelief as she stared at Rhea, who was now showing signs of resilience despite the assault.

Liv's heart pounded wildly in her chest as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. The disbelief and mounting frustration caused her hands to clench into tight fists. Every second of the match seemed to stretch into an eternity as doubt and anger churned within her.

Dominik, watching from ringside, was deeply troubled. This wasn’t the outcome he and Finn had planned, and he was determined to ensure Liv didn’t lose. His mind raced as he devised a plan to intervene without drawing attention. The steel chair he had previously taken from Rhea was his tool. With calculated precision, he slid the chair back into the ring, placing it strategically in front of Rhea, who was struggling to regain her footing.

Rhea, disoriented but resilient, began to rise, unaware of the trap being set. Liv, poised and ready, watched Rhea like a predator tracking her prey. Dominik seized the moment, sprinting to the opposite side of the apron to distract the referee. His eyes remained locked on Liv, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation.

As Dominik created a diversion, Liv took advantage of the opportunity. With Rhea’s back turned, Liv adjusted the chair slightly, setting the stage for her finisher. As she prepared for the Oblivion, the tension in the arena was palpable. Liv launched into her move with determined precision, slamming Rhea onto the steel chair with a forceful crash.

Dominik’s face split into a smirk of satisfaction as he saw the result of his interference. The chair was now clearly a part of Liv’s strategy, and he watched eagerly as she moved to push it out of sight. With the chair removed, Dominik quickly jumped off the apron, stepping back to allow the referee to resume their count.

As the referee’s hand came down for the count—“1... 2... 3...” — As the referee’s hand slapped the mat for the third count, Dominik's smirk widened into a full-fledged grin of pride. Liv had triumphed, successfully defending her title, and the sight filled him with an immense sense of satisfaction. His eyes sparkled with joy as he observed Liv's tears of happiness welling up, her emotions barely contained.

Exhausted but elated, Liv lay sprawled on the ring mat. Her chest heaved with every breath, the sheer exhaustion of the match taking its toll. Dominik watched her with a soft, admiring gaze, unable to hide his smile. The contrast between Liv’s fatigue and the ecstatic crowd created a poignant moment. The arena was alive with cheers, the roar of the fans echoing around the arena as they celebrated her hard-fought victory.

Respecting the gravity of Liv's moment, Dominik took a deliberate step away from the ring. He gave her the space to enjoy her well-earned achievement. Liv, her face awash with a mixture of disbelief and joy, slid out of the ring, clutching her championship belt close to her chest. The title, a symbol of her relentless effort and determination, seemed almost to radiate with the sweat and emotion of the battle she had just fought.

Overcome with fatigue, Liv finally sank to the floor outside the ring, unable to muster the strength to stand. She lay there, the championship belt resting beside her like a precious, hard-won trophy. Her eyes were still brimming with tears of joy as she looked up at the cheering crowd, a mix of relief and elation etched across her face. The crowd’s roar continued unabated, a fitting backdrop to her moment of victory.

Dominik watched from a distance, his heart swelling with pride and a complex mix of emotions. Despite the strategic maneuvering and the intricate plans that had guided the night, the sight of Liv's genuine happiness and the fulfillment of her hard work made everything worthwhile.

Dominik’s emotions surged uncontrollably, the weight of the moment finally overwhelming him. His heart ached with a desperate longing to hold Liv and rectify every mistake he had made. He knew that deviating from the plan and facing Finn’s anger was a risk, but the thought of Liv misinterpreting his actions any longer drove him to act.

With a determined stride, Dominik moved toward Liv, who remained oblivious to his approach, her back turned as she rested on the mat. His steps were resolute, fueled by a need to bridge the gap that had formed between them. As he drew closer, Liv suddenly felt the familiar warmth of his arms encircling her, lifting her gently off the ground. Confusion clouded her face as she looked up to see Dominik’s concerned eyes meeting hers. He helped her to her feet with a tenderness that seemed at odds with the intensity of the moment.

Liv, too exhausted and disoriented to resist, could only stare at him in bewilderment. Dominik’s gaze shifted to Rhea, a smirk forming on his lips as he looked back at Liv. His hands cupped her face with a gentle, reassuring touch, his thumb lightly brushing her cheek. Liv’s confusion deepened, her heart racing as their eyes locked, the unspoken emotions between them palpable.

In a soft, fervent whisper, Dominik said, "I love you." The words were barely audible, but they carried a weight that made Liv’s heart pound even harder. She blinked, trying to process his confession. “What?” she managed to mutter, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and anticipation.

Before she could react further, Dominik closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. The contact was sudden and intense, a mixture of all the emotions and unspoken words that had built up between them. Liv’s mind raced as the kiss deepened, the heat of the moment enveloping them both. For Dominik, it was a chance to convey his feelings, his remorse, and his unwavering affection in one powerful gesture.

As Dominik’s lips met Liv’s, she instinctively dropped her title, its metallic clatter barely registering amidst the overwhelming emotions. The kiss sparked a flurry of butterflies in her stomach, a sensation that dissolved all the pain and anger she had been holding onto. In that moment, Dominik’s presence eclipsed everything else, including her championship. Her heart was completely devoted to him, and she felt an unwavering readiness to do anything for him.

Liv’s smaller hands instinctively cupped Dominik’s cheeks, her touch tender and reassuring. The kiss, passionate and intense, was not just a declaration of love but a profound affirmation of their connection. Rhea, watching from the sidelines, was paralyzed by disbelief and seething with a mix of betrayal and anger. The scene was a stark contrast to her own turmoil, leaving her heart churning with resentment.

But for Dominik, the presence of Rhea and the world’s judgment was irrelevant. His focus was solely on Liv. He was resolute in his desire to make his feelings known, regardless of the consequences. After their lips parted, they remained close, their foreheads resting against each other, their breaths mingling as they steadied themselves. Their noses brushed lightly, a symbol of their deep, intimate bond.

Liv’s voice, soft yet clear, broke the heavy silence. “I love you too,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips, her eyes shining with unspoken emotions. Dominik felt his cheeks flush with warmth at her words. Overwhelmed by a surge of affection and relief, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her. Together, they began to walk away, their connection palpable and unbreakable. They moved past Rhea without sparing her a glance, fully immersed in their shared moment of reconciliation and love.

Dominik carefully took the championship title that was on the floor and placed it gently on Liv's shoulder, his touch tender and deliberate. Liv’s eyes sparkled with disbelief and joy as she cradled the title, a symbol of her hard-fought victory. He wanted her to understand that she didn’t have to choose between her achievements and their love—she could cherish both.

As they walked away, their arms entwined, they remained oblivious to the discontent surrounding them. Dominik offered a nonchalant shoulder shrug towards Rhea, who stood on the edge of the ring, her face contorted in betrayal and anger. "Cry about it, bitch!" Liv exclaimed, her grin wide.

Dominik, still reveling in the moment, raised his middle finger in defiance towards those who were upset. The gesture was both rebellious and playful, reflecting his disregard for the negativity directed at them.

For Liv, the significance of Dominik’s actions was clear. In that moment, she realized that what had seemed like a strategic façade was actually a profound declaration of his love. It wasn’t just part of the plan—it was the truth. Dominik’s feelings were genuine, and his affection was deeply felt.

Feeling a surge of fulfillment, Dominik embraced the sense of possession and pride he felt. Liv was his, and he wanted the world to know. His hands gently patted her hair, his touch affectionate as she giggled with happiness. "Mi princesa," he murmured softly, his voice filled with adoration. The term of endearment, spoken with a tone brimming with love, encapsulated the deep bond they shared. In that intimate moment, Dominik felt complete, and Liv knew she was cherished.

After all they had endured, those three little words—"I love you"—held a profound significance, crystallizing their experiences into a moment of pure, genuine joy. They had weathered pain, deception, and heartache, but those words had become their anchor, a constant reminder of the depth of their connection. In the embrace of each other’s arms, their hearts beat in unison, the weight of their struggles melting.

Those words were not just spoken—they were lived, and they formed the very essence of their happiness as they stood together, stronger and more united than ever.

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THREE LITTLE WORLDS, 2.

Dominik's body felt limp as Rhea’s arm draped over his shoulder, guiding him toward the Judgment Day’s locker room. Each step felt heavy, his mind clouded with exhaustion and a growing sense of loathing. He had grown to despise her touch, forcing himself to imagine it was Liv’s just to endure it.

As they entered the locker room, Finn’s eyes immediately locked onto Dominik’s, his heart sinking with guilt at the sight of Dom’s pained expression. The weight of what he had asked Dominik to do was evident in every line of his face. Rhea, however, was oblivious, her thoughts consumed by the twisted joy of seeing Liv cry. She was too caught up in her own satisfaction to notice the torment in Dominik’s eyes, her happiness blinding her to the anguish he was silently enduring.

Everyone in the locker room was talking and sharing laughs, the atmosphere light and carefree. But Dominik was frozen in place, his heart churning with guilt and regret. Liv’s tearful face kept replaying in his mind, her usually sparkling blue eyes now filled with pain and betrayal. The look of love she always had when she gazed at him had been replaced by a heartbreaking sorrow that he couldn’t shake.

Dominik wanted nothing more than to run to her, to hold her and apologize for breaking the one promise he had made to her—to never hurt her. But now, that promise lay shattered, and the weight of what he had done pressed heavily on his chest. He had hurt the one person who truly mattered to him.

Everyone in the locker room was talking and sharing laughs, the atmosphere light and carefree. But Dominik was frozen in place, his heart churning with guilt and regret. Liv’s tearful face kept replaying in his mind, her usually sparkling blue eyes now filled with pain and betrayal. The look of love she always had when she gazed at him had been replaced by a heartbreaking sorrow that he couldn’t shake.

Dominik wanted nothing more than to run to her, to hold her and apologize for breaking the one promise he had made to her—to never hurt her. But now, that promise lay shattered, and the weight of what he had done pressed heavily on his chest. He had hurt the one person who truly mattered to him.

FLASHBACK.

Liv and Dom’s laughter bubbled through the room, a lively melody of joy that seemed to dance with the afternoon light filtering through the curtains. Dom’s eyes gleamed with amusement as Liv tried to master Spanish pronunciation, her efforts often leading to endearing, if amusing, errors. Each slip-up was met with a burst of laughter from Dom, who found her mistakes both charming and funny.

“You’re so annoying!” Liv huffed, her voice a mix of exasperation and amusement as Dom playfully teased her about her pronunciation mishaps.

Dom’s grin was almost mischievous as he leaned back, clearly enjoying himself. “You know you don’t really mean that,” he said, his voice brimming with playful confidence.

Liv, not missing a beat, reached out and gave his arm a gentle but firm slap. “Ow!!” Dom cried out dramatically, clutching his arm with an exaggerated wince and a pained expression that made Liv roll her eyes with a smirk.

The tension of their playful banter dissolved as Liv rested her head against Dom’s shoulder. She felt the steady, comforting rise and fall of his chest beneath her, and the warmth of his body added to her sense of contentment. The soft glow of the sunlight and the easy laughter between them created a cozy, intimate space where she felt completely at ease. Liv closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the simple pleasure of being close to him and the warmth of their shared moments.

Dom couldn’t take his eyes off Liv, mesmerized by every feature of her face. He was certain that he was deeply lovesick, overwhelmed by an almost urgent need to protect her. The longing to hold her close and keep her safe from any harm was a powerful, consuming feeling.

“You know,” he said softly, his voice gentle as he rested his head against hers, “Espero que sepas que, pase lo que pase, nunca te haré daño.” (I hope you know that no matter what happens,I'll never hurt you.) His words were tender, filled with an earnest promise that wrapped around them like a warm embrace.

Liv’s eyes fluttered open, and a whirlwind of emotions flooded her. Her heart raced as she looked up at him, her expression a mixture of trust and vulnerability. “¿Lo prometes?” (You promise?) she asked quietly, her voice trembling slightly with the depth of her feelings.

“Lo prometo,” (I promise.) Dom replied with unwavering confidence. He reached out, his fingers intertwining with hers, linking their pinkies and touching their thumbs together. The gesture was simple but meaningful, a silent affirmation of their bond. “Una promesa que nunca romperé,” (A promise I'll never break.) he said with a warm smile, his gaze steady and sincere.

“Te creo,” (I believe you.) Liv responded softly, her eyes reflecting her trust and belief in his promise. In that moment, Liv's trust in Dom was absolute, a certainty that seemed to resonate in every fiber of her being. Her heart raced with a mixture of relief and joy, each beat echoing the profound connection they shared. They remained wrapped in a cocoon of silence, their bodies close yet comfortably relaxed. The quiet was filled with an unspoken understanding, a mutual recognition of the depth of their feelings.

Both of them wore wide, genuine smiles that lit up their faces, their eyes reflecting a shared happiness. The warm light of the room seemed to accentuate the softness of their expressions, adding a glow to their contented features. Liv felt as though time had slowed, with the moment stretching out into a perfect stillness where the outside world faded away. The simple act of being in each other’s presence, their shared smiles and the warmth of their connection, filled her with an overwhelming sense of peace and affection.

“Dominik!” Rhea’s sharp voice cut through his thoughts, snapping him out of his daze. He turned his eyes to hers, instantly recognizing the displeasure on her face, clearly annoyed that he wasn’t paying attention to whatever was happening around them.

“Yeah?” he mumbled, trying to shake off the heavy fog clouding his mind, but the weight in his chest only seemed to grow.

“Finn’s been asking you for a couple of minutes if you two could talk outside for a bit,” she stated harshly, her suspicion seemingly eased after tonight’s events. She didn’t even seem concerned about his distant behavior.

Dominik could only nod, the guilt gnawing at him as he looked over at Finn. Finn’s expression softened into a frown, understanding the turmoil Dom was in. Without a word, he motioned for Dominik to follow him. As they stepped out of the locker room, Finn gently patted Dominik’s back, a small gesture of support for the pain he knew was eating him alive.

Soon enough, the two ended up in an empty office room, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the walls. It was a quiet space, offering them the privacy they needed. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them off from the noise and energy of the locker room. Finn took a deep breath, his eyes closing as he tried to steady himself. He could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken weight of everything that had just happened pressing down on them.

Shaking his head slightly, Finn parted his lips to speak, his voice heavy with guilt. “Dom, I’m sorry—” He cut himself off mid-sentence as a soft, broken sound reached his ears. It was a gentle sniffling, almost imperceptible, but enough to make him turn sharply toward Dominik. What he saw made his heart drop.

Dominik was crying, his usually stoic face crumpling under the weight of his emotions. Tears streamed down his cheeks, his eyes red and glossy. It was a sight Finn had never expected. Dominik had always been the tough one, the one who held it all together, even after betraying his own father. But now, seeing him like this, so vulnerable and broken, was a shock that left Finn momentarily speechless.

Dominik’s shoulders trembled with each sob, his breaths coming out in shaky, uneven gasps. “I... I,” Dominik stammered, his voice catching in his throat as he tried to find the words. He hiccuped, the sound raw and filled with pain. “I’m so mad at myself, Finn,” he finally choked out, his voice cracking as more tears spilled down his face. His hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides, knuckles white, as if he was trying to physically hold himself together.

Finn’s eyes widened, his heart twisting at the sight. This wasn’t just guilt; this was a deep, soul-crushing despair that had taken hold of Dominik. For the first time, Finn didn’t know what to do. The sight of Dominik’s tears, something he had never seen before, left him feeling utterly helpless. All the words he had planned to say, all the reassurances he had lined up, seemed hollow in the face of such raw emotion.

Dominik was breaking in front of him, and all Finn could do was stand there, watching as his friend fell apart, his own heart heavy with the knowledge that he was part of the reason for this pain.

"Dom, man, I’m so sorry. This is my fault," Finn started, his voice shaky as he tried to find the right words. He rubbed the back of his neck, his mind racing. "I didn’t realize how bad this plan could’ve affected you. I just needed to get the suspicion off you two specifically so at SummerSlam—"

But Finn was cut off as Dominik interrupted, his voice raw with emotion. "I don’t want her to think that I actually hate her, Finn," he said, his voice trembling. "I don’t… I really don’t. I care so much for her, to the point where my heart aches." The tears continued to fall, his face wet with them as he finally let out the truth that had been eating away at him. His voice cracked under the weight of his feelings, each word filled with a deep, painful sincerity.

Finn froze, his heart sinking as he watched Dominik struggle with his emotions. The guilt was overwhelming, a heavy, suffocating weight pressing down on him. He had pushed for this plan, thinking it was the best way to protect Dominik, but seeing him like this made Finn question everything. He could see the torment in Dominik’s eyes, the way he was torn between his loyalty to their group and the love he felt for Liv.

Finn’s mind raced, debating on what to do. He had never seen Dominik like this before—so vulnerable, so broken. Part of him wanted to take it all back, to tell Dominik they could find another way, but he knew it wasn’t that simple.

Finn's mind raced, the gravity of Dominik's pain settling heavily on him. After a deep sigh, he finally spoke, his voice laced with urgency. “Go find her, Dom.” The words came out with a sense of resolve that caught Dominik off guard. His tear-filled eyes widened in shock.

“But the plan?” Dominik’s voice cracked, his confusion evident as he struggled to reconcile Finn’s sudden change in direction with the plan they had set.

Finn bit the inside of his cheek, conflicted but resolute. “Just… try not to tell her too much, okay?” he said, his voice softening with concern. Dominik nodded vigorously, understanding the gravity of the situation. Without another word, he bolted out of the office, nearly tearing the door off its hinges as he raced through the backstage area.

Dominik sprinted through the maze of staff and wrestlers, his heart pounding with a mix of desperation and determination. The corridors blurred past him as he pushed through, his only focus being on finding Liv and making things right before it was too late.

Panic surged through Dominik as he frantically searched for Liv, his breathing growing increasingly labored. Each step felt like a heavy weight, dragging him down as he navigated the maze of backstage corridors. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, each beat a reminder of the urgency he felt to find her.

When he reached Liv’s locker room and found the door locked, a crushing sense of despair settled over him. His shoulders slumped, and he stared at the door with hollow eyes, the reality sinking in that she might have left to avoid him. The walls seemed to close in around him, the panic transforming into a deep, gnawing helplessness.

Desperation drove him to pull out his phone and try to text her, but the blocked status of her number hit him like a physical blow. The message was clear: she was cutting him out. Dominik’s hand trembled as he lowered it, his fingers feeling the weight of his emotional burden. He placed his hand over his chest, where his heart felt like it was being crushed under the strain of his guilt and regret.

“It… hurts,” he murmured softly, his voice cracking as he spoke to himself. The pain was sharp and piercing, a relentless ache that seemed to consume him from the inside out. Every step he took away from the locker room was heavy with the weight of his failures and the searing reality of the love he had jeopardized. The corridors blurred around him as he walked, his heart feeling like it was breaking into a thousand pieces with each stride.

All Dominik wanted was for Liv to be happy, but instead, he had been the one to rip that happiness away from her. His head hung low, each step heavy with the weight of his remorse, as he dragged himself outside the arena to a quiet spot where fans couldn’t see him. The cold night air felt heavy, mirroring the burden in his chest.

He slowly lifted his head, his eyes scanning the area with a mixture of hope and despair. And there she was. Despite her blonde hair falling over her face, Dominik recognized her instantly. He could identify her from a distance, each detail imprinted in his mind. The love he had for her gave him an almost instinctual ability to recognize her presence, even when she was partially hidden.

Seeing her there, looking so forlorn, sent a wave of pain through him. Liv had made him feel worthy of love, and now it tore at him deeply that he had hurt her so grievously. The thought of their earlier confrontation, the harsh words he had thrown at her, felt like a cruel betrayal of everything they had shared.

Without fully realizing it, Dominik’s feet began to move on their own, driven by a desperate need to make things right. His arms ached to hold her, to offer her the comfort and love that he had so callously denied her earlier. Each step he took felt like a silent plea for forgiveness, his heart screaming for a chance to undo the pain he had caused.

His glossy brown eyes were locked onto her form, each step bringing a deeper sense of anguish as he approached. The familiar curve of her shoulders and the soft sway of her blonde hair, obscuring her face, tugged at his heart. "Liv," he called out, his voice trembling with a gentleness that betrayed the turmoil inside him.

At the sound of his voice, Liv's body went rigid. Her heart twisted painfully, recognizing the voice that had left her in pain. She couldn’t bring herself to turn around; her back remained resolutely facing him. The warmth that had once filled her heart now felt like a distant memory, replaced by the sting of his earlier words.

"Liv... please, can we talk?" Dominik's voice was barely above a whisper, filled with a desperate plea that echoed the depth of his regret. The fear of her hatred lingered like a dark cloud over him, threatening to engulf him entirely. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, his eyes searching for any sign of a response from her. The fear that she might never forgive him was overwhelming, and each word he uttered was a fragile attempt to bridge the damage he had created.

"Talk about what?" Liv’s voice trembled as she fought to keep her emotions in check. "You already said everything you had sealed up inside your heart." Her tone was sharp, the bitterness barely masking the deep hurt that echoed within her. She wanted to be angry, to push him away, but the lingering affection in her heart made it impossible. She couldn’t erase the memories of his touch, the way he used to look at her like she was the only one that mattered.

It was agony for Liv to speak to him like this, every word laced with sorrow, but despite everything, she couldn’t stop loving him. How could she? Dominik had been the first person to make her feel truly cherished, like she was worthy of love. Now, that same love felt like a cruel twist of fate, binding her to the person who had caused her so much pain. Neither of them fully grasped just how much they had mended each other’s broken pieces—only to tear them apart again.

Dominik’s heart sank at her words, a hollow ache spreading through his chest as guilt twisted like a knife in his gut. He could barely stand the sight of her tears, knowing he was the one who caused them. The weight of his actions was crushing him, suffocating him in regret. His voice faltered as he tried to find a way to explain the unexplainable.

"Liv… there’s a reason, a reason why I did what I did," he stammered, each word a desperate attempt to reach her. His voice was laced with desperation, his eyes pleading with her to understand, to forgive. But how could he make her see the truth without revealing everything? How could he explain that his cruel words were part of a plan, a twisted strategy to keep Rhea off their trail? The words tangled in his throat, choking him as he struggled to articulate the impossible.

"I promise you that—" Dominik began, but his words were cut short as Liv turned to face him. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears, lips trembling as she looked at him with a mixture of heartbreak and disbelief. The sight of her in such pain made his self-loathing deepen, the guilt gnawing at him with relentless ferocity. He was the reason she was suffering like this, the reason her bright, carefree smile had been replaced with anguish.

"You promise?" Liv's voice was brittle, barely holding together. She shook her head, a bitter scoff escaping her lips as she struggled to keep her composure. "Remember the last time you said that? Look at where that promise got us, Dominik." Her voice broke as she spoke, and she quickly brought her hands up to cover her mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that clawed their way up her throat. She couldn’t bear to let him see her like this, so vulnerable and shattered.

Dominik stood there, frozen in place, as tears welled up in his eyes. Her words cut deep, each one a reminder of how badly he had failed her. The pain in her voice, the way she looked at him as if he had single-handedly destroyed her world—it was more than he could bear. He felt like his heart was being ripped apart, piece by piece, as the reality of what he had done sank in. Why did it have to be like this? Why did fate seem so cruel, so determined to tear them apart when all he wanted was to be with her?

"Please…" Dominik’s voice was raw with emotion as tears spilled down his cheeks, his hand pressing against his chest in a futile attempt to ease the aching pain within. He felt like he was drowning, overwhelmed by the weight of his own mistakes. He had destroyed everything they had built together, everything they had once been to each other. And now, all he could do was stand there, helpless, watching the love of his life crumble in front of him because of his own actions. His entire being ached to hold her, to comfort her, but he knew he was the last person she would want to turn to now.

All the bitterness in Liv's eyes wavered as she saw the tears streaming down Dominik’s cheeks. The sight of him so broken, so unlike the confident man she had known, made her heart twist in ways she didn’t think were possible. Her arms instinctively wanted to reach out, to wrap around him and pull him close, to soothe the pain she saw in his eyes. But then the memory of his cruel words—"You’ve ruined my life"—held her back, freezing her in place like a heavy chain. She could still hear the venom in his voice, feel the sting of his rejection, and it kept her from moving.

It hurt more than she could have imagined, seeing him like this. She hated seeing him in pain—it was a deeper hurt, more profound than the wound his words had left on her heart. It was the kind of pain that didn’t just ache, but tore at the soul, leaving her feeling helpless and torn between her love for him and the anger she was struggling to hold onto.

Dominik’s voice was barely holding together as he tried to speak. “I know… I know you hate me right now for what I did, but there’s a reason, Liv. There’s a reason I said those things. I didn’t mean any of it. I wish I could tell you everything, explain why…” His voice cracked under the weight of his emotions, his body trembling visibly as he tried to convey his desperation. The words came out jagged, rough with the pain that gnawed at him. He looked at her with eyes full of pleading, hoping that she could see the truth in them, that she could somehow understand without him having to betray the secret he was carrying.

Liv’s breath hitched as she watched him crumble before her, his vulnerability tearing at her own fragile heart. The way he looked at her, so desperate and full of regret, made her want to forget everything he’d said earlier, to run to him and hold him like she used to. But the memory of his rejection was still fresh, still raw, and it held her back. “I could never hate you, Dominik,” she whispered finally, her voice trembling, thick with unshed tears. She said it as if the words pained her to admit, but she couldn’t let him believe otherwise, not after everything they’d been through.

Those words—so simple yet so powerful—shattered Dominik’s already fragile composure. They hit him with a force that nearly buckled his knees, because despite all the cruel things he had said to her, all the ways he had tried to push her away, she still cared about him enough to make sure he didn’t misunderstand her feelings. Her voice, laced with pain yet full of a stubborn love, was like a knife twisting in his heart.

Dominik felt a deep, wrenching guilt consume him. Her words, her pain, her inability to hate him despite everything he had done—it all made him feel utterly unworthy of her. He had caused this, he had hurt the one person who had ever made him feel truly loved, and now, looking at her tear-streaked face, he couldn’t bear it. It was as if every tear she shed was a reflection of his own self-loathing, every tremble in her voice a reminder of how badly he had failed her. And yet, despite all the harm he had caused, she still didn’t hate him. That truth tore at him, leaving him feeling raw and exposed, knowing that he didn’t deserve the love she still had for him.

"I know you don't…" Liv’s voice wavered, her throat tightening as she forced herself to continue. Each word felt like a struggle, like she was dragging them out of the deepest part of herself. "I know your heart doesn’t race the same as mine when I see you." Her voice cracked, and she bit her lip hard, trying to hold back the sobs that threatened to overwhelm her. The pain in her chest was suffocating, the weight of everything she had tried to keep bottled up now pressing down on her with unbearable force. "I don’t know why you did this to me, Dominik, but…" Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as if trying to anchor herself in the midst of the emotional storm. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she couldn’t stop them.

"I love you." The three little words came out almost as a whisper, as if saying them out loud made them too real, too painful. She hated herself for still feeling this way after everything he had said and done, but she couldn’t help it. "I want to hate you with everything in my soul and heart, but I can’t." Her voice broke entirely, the sobs she had been trying so hard to suppress finally making their way to the surface. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and utterly defeated.

Liv offered him a broken smile, one filled with so much sadness that it was almost unbearable to look at. She knew she had to get away before she completely fell apart in front of him. Turning on her heel, she started to walk away, each step feeling heavier than the last. She just wanted to reach her car, to get away from the source of her pain before it consumed her entirely.

But before she could take more than a few steps, she felt a warm, firm grip on her wrist. Dominik’s hand wrapped around hers, not forcefully but with a gentle firmness that made her pause. She froze, the contact sending a jolt through her nerves.

Those three little words made Dominik's heart race and ache simultaneously. He couldn’t let her slip away—not again. As he held onto her wrist, watching her turn her head to face him, confusion written across her tear-streaked face, he felt an overwhelming surge of emotion that he could no longer contain.

"I love you," he blurted out, the three little words that Liv had wanted to hear so desperately. The words left his lips with an urgency that matched the pounding of his heart, as if speaking them could somehow undo the pain he had caused her.

Liv’s eyes widened, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief. For a moment, she simply stared at him, her mind struggling to process what he had just said. Then, with a sudden, forceful yank, she freed her wrist from his grip. "That’s not fair, Dominik," she snapped, her voice harsh yet dripping with hurt. She shook her head repeatedly, as if trying to shake off the words that had just been spoken, the words she had once longed to hear.

Dominik stood there, puzzled and panicked, his own heart aching more with every passing second. He could feel the distance between them growing, and it terrified him. "I mean it, Liv," he insisted, his voice cracking as he pointed to his chest, right where his heart was. "From every bit of my heart, I mean it."

But Liv wasn’t convinced. Her eyes, usually so full of warmth and affection when they looked at him, now held nothing but pain and betrayal. "Do you, though, Dominik?" she challenged, her voice trembling. "Earlier, you had the chance to say it all, but instead, you chose to rip my heart apart."

Dominik felt like he was crumbling from the inside out. The sound of her voice, laced with so much hurt, cut him deeper than he could have ever imagined. A sob wrecked through him, his entire body trembling as he tried to find the words that would make her understand. "I had no choice," he choked out, his voice desperate. "I had to do it. It was to protect you, Liv. It was to get Rhea less suspicious of me and you."

Liv wanted to believe him. She wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, to find comfort in the embrace that had always felt like home. But the pain was too fresh, too deep. "I want to believe you," she whispered, her voice wavering, "but I just can't right now, Dominik." She tried to ignore how hard it was to see him sobbing, how every tear that fell from his eyes tugged at her heartstrings, making it nearly impossible to stand her ground.

Dominik's eyes were desperate, filled with a sorrow that mirrored her own. "And even if I did believe you," she continued, her voice breaking as she spoke, "what would it change right now? I won't be able to love you publicly yet, right?" Her lips quivered, the reality of their situation pressing down on her like a weight she could barely bear.

"I want to show you off publicly, Liv. I do," Dominik said, his voice pleading, his hands reaching out as if to hold onto something—anything—that could keep her from slipping away. "But if we risk getting caught by Rhea before SummerSlam, everything would be ruined." His confession hung heavy in the air, the weight of his words sinking into her heart. He could see the pain in her eyes, knew that his explanation was far from enough to heal the wounds he had inflicted.

"Me and Finn created a plan," he continued, his voice strained as he struggled to find the right words, "to get the suspicion off of me and you. I didn't want to do it, Liv. I swear I didn't. But I thought it was the only way to protect us, to keep us safe until we could be together for real."

Liv's heart twisted at his confession. She could see how much it hurt him to admit this, how much he hated himself for the pain he had caused. But it didn't erase what had happened. "I'm sorry, Dominik. Right now, it's hard for me to believe anything," Liv's voice wavered as she spoke, her words laced with the raw pain she felt.

"After everything, I feel like everything being said is a lie. Every bit of me wants to believe you, but it's too hard for me." Her voice cracked as she took a step back, putting more distance between them, the tears cascading down her cheeks mirroring the turmoil inside her heart.

Dominik felt like the ground was crumbling beneath him. The despair in her eyes was something he never wanted to see, especially not because of him. It was as if the world was ending, and he was powerless to stop it. His lips parted, trying to find the right words, the right thing to say to make her stay, to make her believe him. But nothing came. His throat tightened, and his heart pounded painfully in his chest, the gravity of the situation crushing him.

Liv watched him, her own heart breaking at the sight of his tear-filled eyes and the pain etched on his face. She ached to run to him, to console him, to tell him that everything would be okay. But she couldn't. Her own wounds were too fresh, too deep, and she needed time to mend them. "I'm sorry, Dominik," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own sobs.

With that, she turned on her heel, unable to bear the sight of him any longer. She ran off, her sobs growing louder with every step as she disappeared from his sight. Dominik stood there, frozen in place, his heart shattering into a million pieces as he watched her go. The silence that followed was deafening, and he felt as though a part of him had left with her, leaving him hollow and broken.

And again, Dom stood there, his eyes lingering at the spot where she once was standing, the emptiness she left behind weighing heavily on him. The ache in his chest was unbearable, a dull throb that seemed to consume every part of him. Drowning in his own regret and pain, he whispered, "I love you," his voice barely audible, as if saying it out loud would make it any more real, any more believable.

His head hung low, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. "More than you can imagine," he continued softly, the words a confession to the empty air, a desperate plea to the universe that somehow, somewhere, Liv would hear him and understand. But she was gone, and with her, the hope that things could ever be the same again.

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LivDom Masterfic List

I thought I'd make a masterfic list for all the fics I've done so far involving Liv Morgan and Dominik Mysterio.

Liv For Love

I Could Never Hate You

What Happens In Mexico (Warning for sexual themes)

For The Culo

Betrayal's Consequences

Of Outfits And Choices

After The 'Slam

The Morgan-Mysterio Family

Dom Gone Wild

Falling For You

Of Backstabbing And Consequences

Going Deep

Return Of The Culo

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Miss them

so overheated and for what!!!

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In this house we love and appreciate Scott McCall

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LivDom Masterfic List

I thought I'd make a masterfic list for all the fics I've done so far involving Liv Morgan and Dominik Mysterio.

Liv For Love

I Could Never Hate You

What Happens In Mexico (Warning for sexual themes)

For The Culo

Betrayal's Consequences

Of Outfits And Choices

After The 'Slam

The Morgan-Mysterio Family

Dom Gone Wild

Falling For You

Of Backstabbing And Consequences

Going Deep (Warning for sexual themes)

Return Of The Culo

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Plot Hole??

Something I ended up randomly thinking about earlier in the shower. But if there's other Packs in Beacon Hills like the Ito and Primal Packs, why didn't Talia or someone else howl out for help the night of the Hale Fire? Because as far as I know, howls aren't blocked by Mountain Ash.

Plot hole or me over thinking it?

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“Shooting makes me feel better!”

get to know me meme 2/5 female characters - Aeryn Sun ↳ “It’s not you. It’s me. I don’t like you.”

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My interview with the awesome @fell-hound!

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I originally released this review in March 2022 but the comic itself recently went from self published to being published through Scout Comics and came out this past Wednesday so I gave it an update and thought I’d re-share!