The stadium lights cast a golden glow across the field, cheers still echoing in the background as the team lifts their star player onto their shoulders. He’s grinning, flushed from the game, sweat-slicked and radiant under the night sky.

You don’t even realize you’re moving until your feet are halfway across the field, weaving through the celebratory crowd. He spots you immediately—of course he does. His eyes soften, and the second his cleats hit the ground again, he’s striding straight toward you.

“You came,” he says, voice low and a little breathless, still catching up from the high of the win.

“You won,” you reply, smiling up at him, heart pounding for an entirely different reason now.

Before you can say more, he grabs you by the waist, lifting you effortlessly as you let out a surprised gasp. His teammates whistle and cheer, but it all fades when he presses his lips to your ear and murmurs,

“I want a real reward later… one only you can give me.”