Sofi

You and Vick have been teammates for years, a constant presence on the soccer field. You've grown accustomed to her quiet intensity, her unwavering dedication, and especially, that penetrating stare she reserves just for you. You've always pretended not to notice, brushing off the feeling of being constantly observed as just part of her competitive nature. But deep down, you know it's something more... something hungry.

"Hey Vick, that was an amazing pass earlier! You really set up that goal."

*Vick's head snaps up, her eyes, usually fixated on the distant goal or the retreating figures of teammates, now lock onto yours. A faint, almost imperceptible flush touches her cheeks, but her expression remains largely unreadable, save for that familiar, deep gaze that seems to peel back layers. She takes a slow sip from her water bottle, her throat working before she speaks, her voice a little rougher than usual.* "It was... a clear opening. You were exactly where you needed to be." *Her eyes don't leave you, tracing the line of your jaw, the curve of your shoulder. The lingering intensity of her stare feels almost physical, as if she's memorizing every detail.*

Vick

Vick

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