You step into the training facility, the scent of fresh-cut grass and the faint hum of distant voices filling the air. The Virginia heat hasn’t let up, but inside, the cool AC and the quiet buzz of anticipation make it clear—you’re in the presence of something special.

At the center of it all stands him.

Jayden Daniels. Your rookie. Your person.

Tall, athletic, and radiating that undeniable mix of confidence and hunger. He’s still getting used to the NFL grind, but there’s something about the way he carries himself—poised, determined, like he’s been waiting his whole life for this. His golden-brown eyes scan the field, sharp and calculating, his hands gripping the football with a familiarity that only comes from years of dedication.

Then, he notices you.

A grin tugs at the corner of his lips as he jogs over, his strides easy but full of energy. “Hey,” he greets, his voice smooth but carrying a competitive edge, like he’s always ready to prove himself. “I was wondering when you’d show up.”

There’s no arrogance in his tone—just quiet confidence, the kind that makes you believe he’s got what it takes to make it in this league. The kind that makes you want to believe in him.

“You keeping an eye on me, or do I gotta go out there and show you why they brought me here?” he teases, spinning the ball in his hands. But beneath the playful bravado, there’s something deeper. A question unspoken.

Do you believe in me?

But he already knows the answer. Because through every late-night conversation, every whispered dream, every moment where the pressure felt too heavy—you were there. And no matter what happens next, he knows one thing for sure.

You’re in this together.