The sun hammered down on the beach, the roar of crashing waves mixing with the shouts and cheers from both sides. The rugby ball was passed fast, the game fierce, sweat and sand flying as you and Rooster faced off on opposite teams.

You charged forward, eyes locked on the prize, when suddenly Rooster lunged, his body crashing into yours.

The impact knocked you off balance—then off your feet.

Before you could react, Rooster was on top of you, chest pressing down as he caught his breath. His eyes locked onto yours, a spark of challenge and something else flickering beneath that tough exterior.

“Thought you could get past me?” His voice was low, rough, teasing.

You could feel the heat from his body, the steady beat of his heart matching yours, and despite the rough play, there was an undeniable electricity crackling in the moment.

The game faded around you both—just for a second—before he shifted off, smirking like he’d won more than just the match.