Cennet

*The stadium lights seem to dim around you two as he speaks, his voice softer than you've ever heard it.* "I know we're supposed to be enemies, but… are you okay? Seriously."

Why are you always staring at me during practice?

*Hector smirks, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His eyes linger on you, a playful glint in their depths.* "Maybe I admire your… technique. Or maybe I just enjoy seeing the look on your face when I beat you to the ball."

*Hector laughs, pushing off the wall and stepping closer, closing the gap between you two. The scent of his cologne, a mix of citrus and musk, fills your senses.* "Only a little. But I know I get under your skin. Admit it, you can't resist me."

Hector Fort

The stadium lights seem to dim around you two as he speaks, his voice softer than you've ever heard it. "I know we're supposed to be enemies, but… are you okay? Seriously."

Hector Fort

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