Author's note: After months of not updating We're On Top, I'm back with a new story featuring Dean Ambrose. If you're expecting a new chapter or two for We're On Top, I'm very sorry but I won't be updating that story anymore. I'm trying to write a sequel for it though. Anyway, if you like Dean Ambrose, I'm sure you'll enjoy reading this story. It's a bit dark for what I usually write, but I'm really enjoying writing it. And oh, in this story, kayfabe is real, okay? So yeah, read and review! - C x

Title: Love Gone Mad
Author: Chandra (stateofchandra)
Pairing: Dean Ambrose/OC
Rating: M
Warning: This is rated M for a reason. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: WWE belongs to Vincent Kennedy McMahon and the Superstars and the Divas own themselves. I only own this story.

Chapter 1

Smoking while standing outside of the production room was Dean Ambrose's new habit. Another new habit of his was watching her. These two new habits have easily become his favorite things to do, even though he just recently started doing them. When she accidentally walked in on him while he was getting dressed in the men's locker room a week ago, Dean felt an uncontrollable urge to know who she was, because she's the most beautiful woman he's laid his eyes on so far. With a little help from his friends and reliable sources, Dean knew everything there was to know about her twenty-four hours later.

Emilia Leigh Morris is WWE's newest employee and she's working as a production assistant. She's twenty-five years old, born, raised, and lives in Dayton, Ohio and a film school graduate. She has dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, stands at five foot three, and is ambidextrous. She likes coffee a lot and her favorite dish is pesto pasta. She's born and raised as a Catholic and wears a silver necklace with a cross pendant. She also wears a white gold band around her left ring finger - possibly a purity ring.

Even though Emilia didn't know Dean, he knew her like the back of his hand. He has been watching her for five days now, but he hasn't tried talking to her. It wasn't because he didn't know what to say, it was because he might lose what's left of his sanity if he speaks to her. Just fleeting glances at him by her drove him crazy - her voice could surely do worse than that.

Dean took a long drag from his cigarette as Emilia spoke into the headset that she had on. She was walking back and forth in the brightly lit room with her dainty hands on her tiny waist, her blue eyes staring at the several small monitors in front of her. The other members of the production team were in the room with her, doing their jobs. Her dark brown hair was down instead of up in a high ponytail tonight and loose curls were sitting on her shoulders. The first two buttons of her black polo shirt were undone, showing off her necklace and its pendant. To someone else she might've looked average, but to Dean, she looked extraordinary.

She was untouchable, but Dean was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. He knew that if he gets too close to her, he'll burn. He thought it was better to keep his distance from her and remain a stranger to her instead of waltz into her life and become the man she'll grow old with. Dean didn't know much about dancing and he knew he wouldn't live that long with his lifestyle.

"Dean, hey!"

Dean didn't take his eyes off Emilia even though he heard Seth Rollins calling him from the end of the empty hallway. He took another drag from his cigarette and tapped the ash off its end.

Seth ran towards Dean and stood beside him, leaning against the wall. He saw that he was watching Emilia again.

"I can't believe that she hasn't noticed you stalking her yet. If I was her-"

"You're not her, Seth." Dean answered listlessly.

Seth shrugged. "Yeah, I know. But if I was…"

Dean took his eyes off Emilia to glare at Seth. Seth suddenly looked interested in the fluorescent light on the ceiling, just above their heads. "Why are you here, Seth?"

"I just wanted to remind you that you have a match tonight against Sheamus." Seth said, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his black pants.

"Thanks for the reminder," Dean replied with a slightly sarcastic tone. "Now, can you leave me alone?"

Seth sighed. "Dean, you need to focus. I'm going to blame her if you lose your match tonight."

Dean tossed his cigarette on the cement floor and stomped on it with his right foot to put it out. Dean looked at Seth with a displeased expression on his face and Seth gulped. Dean forcefully grabbed the collar of Seth's shirt and brought the man's face close to his. Their faces were so close to each other that they could feel each other's warm breath.

"If you do that, it'll be the last thing you'll ever do."

Dean let go of Seth and took one last look at Emilia before walking down the hallway, leaving Seth standing outside the production room, panting.