A star of the tennis world, Carter had quickly become a big deal only months after going pro. He was one of the best players, so he was told. He had trained since he was a teenager and knew he’d make something of himself. Before you ruined it all.

He had quickly lost the spotlight just as fast as he had gained it when you appeared. A new face in the sport he had claimed as his own. You beat his records only weeks after he had set them. He hated you. With every bone in his body, he hated you. You were perfect. You were what he wanted to be.

To make it all worse, you were kind. He had found that out while staying at the same hotel during competition. “You can’t eat with me,” Carter snapped harshly as you tried to sit next to him in the breakfast hall. “Go. Leave me alone.”