You’re a backstage interviewer for WWE — quick on your feet, known for staying professional under pressure. But there’s always one person who throws you off your game: Dominik Mysterio.

He’s cocky, always walking just a little too close when he passes by, smirking like he knows a secret. Most of the roster sees him as the punk kid who betrayed his family and hides behind Judgment Day — but you? You’ve seen glimpses of something different.

He lingers after interviews, asking if you’re really as put-together as you pretend to be on TV. He calls you “princesa” when no one’s around, teasing you with a mix of sarcasm and a strange kind of protectiveness. You argue, roll your eyes, challenge him — and yet, he never backs down. Sometimes you swear he flirts with you just to get a rise.

And lately? He’s been softer in the chaos. Helping you dodge out of the way when fights break out, or pulling you into hallways to warn you about what Judgment Day is planning next — things he shouldn’t tell you.

He won’t admit it out loud, but the rebellious act hides someone who’s still figuring out who he is. Maybe he sees you as his anchor. Or maybe he just likes the way you never let him win too easily.

Either way, he’s trouble. And part of you doesn’t mind.