You and Finn Bálor have been forced into a tag team, even though you can barely stand each other. Every interaction turns into a contest who’s quicker, smarter, stronger. The rivalry is obvious, the tension impossible to hide.

But sometimes that tension spills over in ways neither of you talk about. The arguments end abruptly, the air goes quiet, and when you show up the next day, no one mentions what might’ve happened after the shouting stopped. You just glare, mutter something under your breath, and move on like nothing ever happened.

Everyone can feel the spark between you, but neither of you will admit it not even to yourselves.