Power Struggle

Staring contest

Roman had always been a man that knew what he wanted. He set career and personal goals for himself that he achieved with ease. He had been like that since he was a child; from academics, to football, to wrestling, if he wanted it he got it.

Hard work, drive, and dedication got him to where he was today and would continue to be the core values that would lead him to future success.

He had been at the top of the company for years now. His career success came with a long list of accolades and achievements that he didn't take for granted. But there was a part of him that felt empty. There wasn't much more he could do in the WWE, he had damn near done it all.

Roman found himself starting to miss the adrenaline that came from pushing himself to his limit, really giving it his all to achieve the things he desired.

Enter Bianca; one of the most impressive and powerful women Roman had ever encountered.

He had always been observant, but he had been particularly intrigued by the EST of the WWE since he first laid eyes on her. There was a confidence that radiated off of her that was almost intoxicating and he found himself drawn to her quickly. But her arrival was during a time when Roman was too busy chasing titles and accolades so he pushed his interest to the back of his mind.

Now Roman walked the treadmill in the gym just fixated on Bianca as she did deadlifts. The concentration and focus on her face was mesmerizing. Sweat gathered at forehead, rolling slowly down her brown skin, her red lips forming into an O-shape as she let out deep exhales. It made his dick harden.

Everything about Bianca was attractive to Roman, beyond the physical. He was attracted to her drive, her laugh, how easy it seemed that everything came to her. Roman was impressed.

Bianca's energy was commanding, you could always feel when she was in a room. Roman knew his presence carried that same weight. They were alike in a lot of ways, it's probably what drew him to her. However it was those same similarities that kept her from even giving him the time of day ironically enough.

She could feel his eyes on her as she squatted to do another rep. Bianca wrapped her hands around the bar and took a deep inhale before lifting to the balls of her feet and raising the 350 pound weighted bar above her head. She held it with arms extended for a few seconds before tossing it to the ground with a huff, the physical exertion causing her to stumble back momentarily. Bianca could still feel Roman's eyes on her and it irritated her.

He had been staring at her a lot lately, more than normal which she usually ignored. But today his eyes felt like burning daggers piercing a hole through her. She finally gave in and looked over her shoulder in his direction with a small scowl. Bianca hoped that would cease his incredulous staring but it didn't falter his gaze in the slightest as he maintained his powerful strides on the treadmill. Bianca scoffed and rolled her eyes, deciding that was enough working out for today.

The constant need to never be outdone kicked in and Bianca found herself turning to face Roman as she did her cool down stretches, her eyes never once leaving his.

If a staring contest is what he wanted, then that's what they were going to do.

Catching on quickly, Roman couldn't help but smirk. He loved a little friendly competition. Licking his lips, he kept his eyes fixed on hers as she sat on the gym floor with her legs extended outward, lunging forward to one side to grab her foot.

There was no warmth or playfulness behind her eyes which Roman found humorous as if she was trying to size him up. Bianca may be intimidating to most, but there was nothing that intimidated Roman. The attempt actually made him chuckle which only pissed Bianca off more.

What the hell is his problem? She couldn't help but think to herself as she continued her stretches with her eyes locked in on his. Roman was extremely attractive, there was no denying that but Bianca knew what type of man he was and she wanted no parts of it.

Roman was the type of man that demanded respect thrived off of control and power and Bianca was never one to be controlled in any regard. She didn't like being told what to do, especially in the bedroom. Roman just screamed that dominant BDSM bullshit and Bianca wasn't interested in it in the slightest.

Realizing he was probably getting off to this struggle for power, Bianca rolled her eyes and finally broke eye contact as she concluded her last stretch and stood up to collect her belongings.

Her clear disinterest only made Roman want her more. He felt that familiar warmth of adrenaline and desire begin in his stomach as he eyed her like prey; finally another challenge. And Roman loved challenges.