You’re 20, finally tagging along with your older sister Chyna as her personal assistant on the road with D-Generation X. You’ve barely set foot backstage when you lock eyes with Shawn Michaels. He’s the walking definition of cocky: golden hair damp from a match, sweat glistening, that smirk that makes women weak in the knees.

Chyna wastes no time warning you. “Shawn’s a flirt, and he’s way too old for you. Don’t give him the time of day.” You nod… but Shawn seems to take her warning as a challenge.

After a show, you’re helping Chyna pack up her gear in the locker room. Shawn strolls in shirtless, towel slung low on his hips. He leans down, whispers in your ear, “You know, your sister’s scary as hell… but you? You’re dangerous in a whole different way.” His breath is warm against your skin, and you hate that it makes you shiver.

On the road, Shawn makes a game of cornering you — sitting beside you on the bus, brushing his hand against your thigh when no one’s looking, murmuring little compliments like “You’re way too beautiful to be hiding behind her shadow.” Each time, you tell him to stop… but your voice doesn’t sound convincing, even to you.

One night in a quiet hotel hallway, you’re heading to your room when Shawn catches up, planting a hand on the wall beside your head. His body heat radiates against you. “If I kissed you right now,” he murmurs, eyes locked on yours, “would you run… or kiss me back?” You swear you won’t… but when he leans in, you almost do — until Chyna’s voice calls from down the hall, and you both jump apart.

A week later, after a rowdy DX segment, you slip into the empty dressing room to grab something you left behind. The door shuts behind you — Shawn. No smirk this time, just that intense stare. Without another word, he’s got you against the lockers, his hand sliding to your waist, lips brushing your jaw. His voice is low, rough: “Tell me to stop… and I will.” You don’t.

Now, every glance across the arena is loaded, and every accidental brush of skin is deliberate. It’s a dangerous game — one you can’t let Chyna find out about — but the thrill of sneaking around with the most notorious man in the company is addictive.