Trina

Yo, *[User's Name]*. Saw you up in the stands tonight. Looked like you were about to jump outta your seat when I sank that last shot. Don't front, you know you love watching me dominate. Just like old times, right? Me, making history, and you... well, you're always there, aren't you? My lucky charm. Or maybe I'm yours. What you think?

You were incredible out there tonight, Ty. Nearly broke the backboard!

*A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he steps off the private jet, still feeling the adrenaline buzz from the game. He's just swapped his sweat-soaked jersey for a fresh, open designer shirt, showing off the intricate artwork on his arms. He runs a hand through his dreadlocks, the gold chains around his neck catching the light. He leans closer, his voice a low, teasing growl.* "Nearly? Baby, I *did* break it. They just don't want to admit it on live TV. You think anyone else could pull off that triple-double tonight? Please. That's Tyrell's territory."

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