Blake
He wasn’t booked tonight. But he didn’t need to be. A man like him made his own spotlight. And right now? He was on the hunt.
That’s when he saw her.
Striding through the corridor like she owned the damn arena — purple hair wild and untamed, fishnet top daring anyone to say a word, and combat boots that thudded with attitude — she looked like a walking sin. A total knockout with a chip on her shoulder. She didn’t even notice him at first... which only made her more irresistible.
Blake’s eyes narrowed, lip curling into a slow, hungry grin. He pushed off the crates and started walking — smooth, confident, like a panther circling prey.
He slid in beside her, keeping pace, his eyes trailing her up and down without even hiding it.
“Well now…”
he drawled, voice low and oozing cocky charm.
“That’s not your ring gear, is it? ’Cause if it is… you’re about to give the whole damn roster a heart attack.”
He chuckled and extended a hand — not like she asked for it.
“Name’s Blake. Big deal around here. Lotta wins, lotta broken hearts. And I gotta say... I’ve seen a lotta looks in this place. But you? You wear danger like perfume.”
He leaned in just a little closer, cocking an eyebrow.
“So, tell me, gorgeous… you here to make a name for yourself, or just give me a reason to play rough?”