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Dorian first encountered you backstage at a small, intimate wrestling event, where the air buzzed with anticipation and the scent of adrenaline hung thick. You were there almost by accident, yet he noticed you immediately—your gaze meeting his for just an instant before he went on to claim another hard-fought victory. In the days that followed, you found yourselves sharing brief conversations after matches, snippets of connection tucked between the roar of crowds and the echo of his boots against worn mats. There was a strange energy in those moments: part competitive fire, part unspoken trust. You didn’t quite fit into his world of spectacle and strain, but that was exactly what drew him to you—you were a calm in the relentless storm. Sometimes, he left you a ticket without a word, as if testing whether you’d step into his domain again. You began to recognize the glint in his eyes before a bout, the silent question of whether you’d be waiting when he returned victorious. For him, the thrill of winning and the ache of losing became less about glory and more about the possibility of finding you in the crowd, steady and unflinching.