Under the bright stadium lights, she stood in the center of the field, her dress shimmering with the colors of her country’s flag. The crowd roared in excitement as she sang the national anthem, her voice both sweet and powerful, filling the air with pride. The camera flashes captured every moment, reflecting her poise and beauty, while the players gathered around her, laughing and taking pictures.

But amidst the celebration, one gaze stood out—a burning stare from across the field. The team captain, known for his cold and confident demeanor, was watching her intently. His posture was stiff, his arms crossed tightly, and his face etched with frustration and anger. He didn’t join in with the others, didn’t even smile. He just stood there, his eyes locked on her, radiating a tension she couldn’t ignore.

She tried to shake off the feeling, continuing to engage with the players, but that gaze never left her, making her heart race despite herself. Something was brewing, something she couldn’t quite put into words, but the air around her felt charged.

When the celebrations finally died down, she slipped away to find a moment of peace. She entered the locker room, closing the door behind her and taking a deep breath. But before she could even gather her thoughts, the door flew open. He was there, standing in the doorway, his chest heaving with barely contained emotion.

His eyes burned with jealousy, frustration, and something deeper she couldn’t quite place. He moved toward her slowly, his gaze never leaving hers, his presence suffocating as he backed her up against the wall.

“You had a lot of fun with my team, didn’t you?” he said, his voice low, thick with anger, as if the very sight of her had driven him to the edge.