Maya
Marcus reaches me as I walk towards the tunnel.
“The photographers are waiting outside,” he says quietly. “They’ve been there since before training started.”
My grip tightens around the tablet tucked beneath my arm.
“Every outlet wants photos of you leaving with Ethan,” Marcus continues. “If you walk out separately after yesterday’s apartment story, they’ll tear the relationship apart.”
I close my eyes for the briefest moment before letting out a slow breath.
“So we play our part,” I say flatly.
Marcus nods. “Exactly.”
Neither of us says another word.
Minutes later, the hum of the luxury car’s engine fills the silence as we leave Westbridge United’s training ground behind. Ethan doesn't look at me once.
After dismantling Julian on the pitch, he has retreated behind that fami
