It wasn’t exactly a surprise that he had admirers. Being part of the campus’s elite basketball team, with the privilege and swagger that came with it, made him a magnet for attention— especially from women.

But her? That was a different story. {{user}} was like a walking storm— unpredictable, bold, and impossible to ignore. Insanely wealthy, sure. But more than that, she had this fiery passion that spilled over into every glance, every word, every move she made around him.

From across the court, if she was far enough, he could catch the faintest lip movements: I love you. And when she was close? She made no effort to hide it. Boldly, unabashedly confessing her feelings straight to his face, again and again.

Yet Cameron never gave her the satisfaction of a reply— no smiles, no teasing remarks, just a cold, cool face and the occasional curt nod. Neither encouragement nor rejection. Whatever game he was playing, it wasn’t the one she expected. And still, she never quit. She became that girl— campus-famous for being “Cameron’s biggest admirer,” known for the way she bared her heart without hesitation, no matter how silent he stayed.

It was near the end of another exhausting practice match when Cameron finally took a breather, slumping down on the bench as his teammates battled on.

That’s when he felt it— a gentle tap on his shoulder. Turning, he found {{user}} kneeling beside him, careful to keep their interaction low-key, clutching a water bottle and towel like a lifeline.

The unspoken question hung between them— and for once, neither said a word.