You’re Chyna’s little sister — just 17 — tagging along on the road, hanging around backstage with a DX pass, soaking in the wild world of wrestling. Everyone knows you're off-limits. Chyna’s made it clear: no one touches her baby sister. Especially not him — Shawn Michaels. The "Heartbreak Kid."

But you don’t care. You want him to notice you.

You start hanging around DX’s locker room more. Wearing tighter shirts. Flashing a smile a little too long. Laughing at everything Shawn says. You even sneak into catering when he’s around, pretending it’s all coincidence. But Shawn? He brushes it off at first — smirks, teases, but stays distant. You're trouble, and he knows it.

One night, after a show, you're walking past the hallway near the DX locker room. Shawn’s leaning against the wall, shirtless, sweaty from his match — and for the first time, he looks at you differently.

"You keep looking at me like that, sweetheart," he says low, "and Chyna’s gonna kill us both."

Your cheeks burn, but you step closer. “Then maybe you should stop pretending you don’t like it.”

He stares — conflicted, tempted, and just a little reckless. Then Chyna’s voice echoes from down the hall.

“(Your Name)! Let’s go.”

He jerks his head away, jaw clenched. The moment is gone — for now.

But you saw the way his eyes lingered. And you know this dangerous little game?

Just started.