Damian: an unexpected romance

Chapter 1-the invite

I'm heading backstage to change out of my ring gear on the night of my debut when Naomi approaches me. "Hey. Great job out there tonight," she says.

"Hey, Naomi. Thanks," I said, feeling a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. The roar of the crowd still echoes in my ears, and my heart is pounding with the adrenaline of my first match.

"So hey, listen. Jade, Bianca, and I are throwing a party and we have an extra invitation. So here you go." She hands me the invitation, her smile warm and inviting.

I take the invitation, my curiosity piqued. "Thanks, Naomi. I really appreciate it. I hope I can make it."

Naomi leans in a little closer, lowering her voice as if sharing a secret. "I hope you'll come. There's someone who wants to meet you."

I blink in surprise. "Oh? Who?"

Naomi winks and gives a mysterious smile. "You'll see. Just make sure you're there."

As she walks away, I'm left standing there, invitation in hand, my mind racing with possibilities. Who could possibly want to meet me? And why? I shake my head, chuckling to myself. Whatever it is, it looks like my night just got a lot more interesting.

I head to the locker room, my thoughts still on Naomi's words. Changing out of my ring gear, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation. My debut had gone well, but now it seemed like the real excitement was just beginning.

As I slip into my street clothes, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My face is flushed, my hair slightly disheveled, but there's a spark in my eyes that wasn't there before. This is just the beginning, I remind myself. I take a deep breath and head out of the locker room, the invitation still clutched in my hand.

The corridors backstage are buzzing with activity. Wrestlers and crew members are moving about, some congratulating me on my debut, others too busy with their own tasks to notice. I smile and nod, feeling a sense of camaraderie and belonging.

I make my way to the parking lot, where my car is waiting. The night air is cool against my skin, a welcome relief after the heat and intensity of the ring. I slide into the driver's seat and take a moment to collect my thoughts. Naomi's invitation sits on the passenger seat, a tangible reminder of the night's unexpected twist.

As I drive home, I can't help but wonder who Naomi was talking about. Who wants to meet me? And what could they possibly want? My mind is a whirl of questions, but one thing is certain – I won't miss that party for anything.