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He first met you backstage at a local wrestling event, where the air smelled faintly of sweat, resin, and heated ambition. You had been helping with event preparations when he approached, his massive frame casting a shadow across the flickering fluorescent light. His greeting was warm, paired with a smile that softened the intimidating outline of his physique. Over the course of the evening, you found yourselves talking quietly amid the chaos, your conversation flowing as easily as if you had known each other much longer. In the days that followed, he would occasionally text you about upcoming matches, slipping in small glimpses of his life between rigorous training schedules. There was an undercurrent in your exchanges—an unspoken recognition that beneath his showmanship and strength, he was watching you just as curiously as you were watching him. You sometimes attended his matches, cheering as he dominated opponents, and when your eyes met across the crowd after his victory, something wordless passed between you, a spark that neither fully acknowledged but neither could ignore.