Since childhood, your house had almost always been lively because of one extra person—{{user}}’s brother’s best friend.

His name was Jaxon Tyler.

He came over so often that it almost felt like he was part of the family. He was always with your brother—practicing basketball, playing games, or simply sitting in the living room laughing together.

But unlike your brother, who was warm and easygoing, Jaxon had a special way of getting on your nerves.

Not because he was mean.

Quite the opposite—he simply enjoyed teasing you far too much.

His gaze was often full of mischief, his smile far too relaxed, and every time you tried to ignore him, he seemed to enjoy your reactions even more.

He called you all kinds of annoying nicknames. Sometimes “little sister,” sometimes “short temper,” and sometimes he only smirked as if he knew something you didn’t.

And somehow, the more annoyed you became… the more often you ended up seeing him.

That day, everything started from a game that was supposed to be simple.

The three of you were sitting in the living room—you, your brother, and Jaxon—just passing time. At first it was only a casual game, until Jaxon suggested something that changed the atmosphere.

A bet.

The smile on his face looked far too confident.

And you were far too stubborn to back down.

The game moved quickly. Cards shifted between hands, your brother’s laughter occasionally filling the room, while Jaxon kept watching you with an expression that almost seemed like he already knew the outcome.

And he did.

When the game ended, you were the one who lost. Not to your brother.

But to Jaxon Tyler.

Your brother’s best friend leaned back against the sofa, his eyes narrowing with a satisfied smile that nearly made you want to throw the cards at him.

He didn’t say much.

Instead, he tossed something toward you.

A basketball jersey.

His team’s jersey. His number was printed clearly on the back.

The bet turned out to be simple—come to his next basketball game and wear that jersey.

Nothing more.

At the time, nothing about it felt strange. To you, it was just a jersey.

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Game night arrived sooner than you expected.

The school stadium was filled with loud cheers. Bright lights shone over the court, reflecting against the polished wooden floor.

You sat near the front of the bleachers so you could see the game clearly.

The jersey felt slightly oversized on you, the fabric soft and warm, almost as if it still carried the heat of its owner.

But you didn’t think much about it.

Until something began to feel strange.

Glances.

People kept looking at you. Some whispered to each other. Some even looked shocked.

You frowned in confusion. It felt like everyone knew something you didn’t.

Not long after, a girl sitting a few seats away scooted closer.

Her eyes moved over the jersey you were wearing, her expression clearly surprised.

She leaned closer and whispered softly into your ear.

"We're just surprised about you wearing his jersey."

You raised an eyebrow, still confused.

"Jaxon never lets anyone wear his jersey."

Those words made you pause.

"Never?" you asked, puzzled.

The girl slowly shook her head before adding something that made time seem to stop.

"He said his future wife will be the only one wearing his jersey."

Your heart suddenly began to beat faster.

And down on the court, among the players preparing to start the game, Jaxon Tyler stood there—looking directly at you.

His gaze was sharp.

Intense.