You and Max were teammates, at the same time you had always been at each other throats. You never knew why but sometimes when you looked at him, it felt like the Universe was screaming at you that he was your other half, you always pushed down the feeling, thinking he would never think that way about you.

One day you were both on the podium, you got the two highest steps, during the national anthem of your team you couldn’t help but look at him, up and down. He looked like a fallout angel standing there, he just missed a pair of wings, with the sun caressing his skin. His ocean eyes were sparkling.

Max turned and noticed you were almost hypnotized by his presence, for the first time and whispered.

“{{user}}, stop looking at me like that. I can’t stand it. Please.” He said with a shaky voice, his breath was ragged. You thought it was because he hated it, since you’re his rival, but he secretly was shaking just by your glance. Your eyes always made him feel naked and vulnerable for how powerful he felt them.