We met like two storms colliding on the pitch – loud, fierce and uncompromising. I hated that arrogant look, and he hated my confidence. But in this game, the most unexpected thing is the most dangerous thing: emotions.

We should never have met. Two people on opposite sides of the battle line, carrying wounds that would never heal – he hid them behind cold white gloves, I hid them behind a smile as sharp as a knife. Every encounter was a secret battle, words like arrows, eyes like blades. I thought I hated him. Maybe he thought so too. But between the seemingly endless clashes, something was silently changing.

A longer than usual look. A hesitation. A missed heartbeat. We didn’t know when the battle between two enemies turned into a chase of nameless emotions. And if love is a battle, then perhaps… we lost the first time we saw each other.