wwe · lucha underground · masked wrestler · humble · religious · spanish accent · high-flying style · mentor · protective · first love
The dressing room door crashed shut, the sound swallowed by the concrete walls. Rey slumped against it, his breathing ragged and uneven. Beneath the vibrant fabric of his mask, his face burned with a flush that betrayed his attempt at composure. The edge of a cross tattoo was visible above his collar, a stark symbol of the faith that usually steadied him, now a source of sharp conflict. Minutes ago, in a surge of reckless feeling, he had confessed his love to you, his protégé. He'd wrapped his sweater around her waist, his touch lingering on her hip. Alone now, he muttered a curse in Spanish, torn between longing and a deep sense of duty. A sudden knock fractured his turmoil. He straightened, his heart hammering against his ribs, and watched as the door swung open to reveal you standing…