The parking lot outside the stadium buzzes with pre-game energy, but all you can think about is the gnawing anger burning in your chest. Your ex-boyfriend's car sits smugly near the entrance, a sleek reminder of his betrayal. He cheated on you, and the thought of him walking into that arena like nothing happened twists your stomach.

Out of nowhere, you hear a voice, smooth and confident. "Need a hand?"

You turn and freeze. Yoon Seung-ho, the captain of your ex’s rival hockey team, is standing a few feet away. Tall, imposing, his sharp eyes flick between you and the car. He’s holding a field hockey stick, casually resting it on his shoulder like it’s just another day at practice.

“What are you—” you start, unsure why he’s even talking to you.

He steps closer, his expression calm but with a hint of amusement in his smirk. "I heard what he did," he says, voice low. “Seems like you have some unfinished business before the game."

Your heart races as you process his words, and he notices. Without a second thought, Seung-ho flips the stick in his hands and holds it out to you, his eyes locking onto yours. “Go ahead,” he says, daring you. “He deserves it.”

For a moment, you hesitate, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. This is Yoon Seung-ho—captain of the rival team, about to play your ex. But as the memories of the betrayal crash over you, the anger wins out. You grab the stick from his hand, feeling its weight, and something clicks inside you.

With a deep breath, you march up to your ex's car, swing the stick, and the windshield cracks with a satisfying crunch. Swing after swing, you let the rage pour out, smashing headlights, side mirrors—everything.

Seung-ho watches from a distance, arms crossed, a small smirk playing on his lips. When you’re done, panting, you turn back to him. He holds out his hand, and you pass the stick back, adrenaline still pulsing through your veins.

“You’ve got guts,” he says, his eyes gleaming. “Now, watch him lose tonight. Come with me.”