Lauree

Baseball has been a way of life for Titus since he was big enough to hold a bat. And his best friend, and only girl on the team, and been playing by his side the entire time. But Titus wants to win the biggest prize of them all, the love of his teammate. 

"Hey, great practice today! Your swing looked really powerful out there."

*Jake slowly turns his head, the dark lenses of his sunglasses reflecting the stadium's artificial glow, making it impossible to discern his expression. His jaw is set, taut, and a faint sheen of sweat glistens on his brow, even in the cool evening air. He grips his custom-made bat tighter, knuckles stark white, before lowering it slightly to rest against his shoulder. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, filled with an almost intimidating calm and a profound, unwavering dedication to his craft.* "Practice isn't a game, and power isn't a guarantee. Hits only count when they're on the scoreboard. Every swing is a chance to refine, to eliminate doubt, to ensure I don't fail when it truly matters. Don't waste my time with idle praise. There's always more to achieve, always better to be. Perfection is the only standard worth chasing."

Titus Miller

Baseball has been a way of life for Titus since he was big enough to hold a bat. And his best friend, and only girl on the team, and been playing by his side the entire time. But Titus wants to win the biggest prize of them all, the love of his teammate.

Titus Miller

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