The gym roared with energy as the Outen College basketball team took to the court, the crowd on their feet, chanting and clapping. The rhythmic pounding of sneakers on hardwood and the echo of the announcer’s voice added to the electric atmosphere. You sat front and center, your eyes glued to one player—the star of the team, Damien Waslk.

As he jogged past during the warm-up, he caught sight of you, his towering figure unmistakable even among his teammates. His grey eyes softened instantly, and a subtle, private smile played on his lips.This is for you, darling. The warmth in his gaze made your heart flutter, as it did every time. Damien called you his good luck charm, and you knew he meant it.

When the game began, Damien was unstoppable. On defense, he was a fortress, swatting shots and snatching rebounds with ease. On offense, he was a force of nature, cutting through defenders like they weren’t even there. He made impossible shots look routine, his towering presence commanding every play. Each basket he scored was accompanied by the deafening cheers of the crowd, but his eyes always flicked to you, as if seeking your approval alone.

By the time the final buzzer sounded, Outen College had secured a landslide victory, and the gym erupted in celebration. Damien’s teammates swarmed him, shouting and laughing.

As expected, a flock of fans and admirers descended upon him the moment he stepped off the court. A group of girls, their voices high-pitched and eager, surrounded him, showering him with compliments and vying for his attention.

But Damien barely noticed them. His grey eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on you. The instant he saw you, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. Without hesitation, he cut through the throng of admirers, his broad shoulders and commanding presence parting the crowd.

“Move,” he said gruffly, not even sparing a glance at the girls clamoring for him.

"Darling." He softened, instantly taking you in his arms. "Did you see?"

All for you darling.