#25 with Finn valor please??
You were mildly aware of the vicious stare watching you as you chatted with Dolph Ziggler who was visiting the RAW roster tonight. As a long time interviewer with the company, you and Dolph went way back. He had always been a good friend.
“So, what are you doing after the show tonight?” Dolph asked you casually.
You shrugged, “I think Finn and I are going to get a bite to eat. How about you? Any big plans yet?”
He shook his faded blonde hair, “Nah, no plans yet. You and Finn, huh? How long has that been going on?”
“A while.” You blushed, “I figured everyone knew by now.”
“Not us on the blue brand.” He reached out and stroked your cheek, “Let me know if any plans change, okay, sweetheart?”
“I’m sure she will let you know.” A thick, Irish accented voice growled behind you.
You became aware of the heat of Finn’s body pressed slightly against your’s. Dolph looked between the two of you and nodded, “Laters, (Y/N).” And he quickly scampered off.
You spun around to face Balor who’s brows were furrowed into a glare watching the Show Off walk away.
“What was that?” You asked.
“I didn’t like the way he was touching you.” Finn shrugged. He shrugged out of his Balor Club jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders, “Your skin is cold. Wear this.”
“Look here mister,” You wagged your pointer finger at the demon, “You can’t go chasing off my friends like that.”
Finn’s blue eyes reminded you of the sea before a storm, like he was trying to control any anger down inside himself, “You’re mine. I don’t share.” He said simply, wrapping an arm around you to lead you to his dressing room. “Let’s go get something to eat, Love.”
You rolled your eyes, “Food is not going to take away from the fact that you’re in trouble.”
A smirk formed on his lips, “You’re the only trouble I want to get into, Love.”