BEATRICE
The stadium is alive, buzzing with heat and sound and adrenaline. It wraps around me like static, crawling over my skin. The crowd chants in waves, jerseys blur in motion, and the scent of popcorn, grass, and something thrilling clings to the air.
I sit beside Stella, caught in the mess of it. She's laughing at something a mascot just did some ridiculous flip, but I barely hear it.
Because Xavier is on the field.
And he's… magnetic.
All lit up under the stadium lights, glinting sweat on his jaw, his body moving like it was made to conquer. Everything about him is too much, too fluid, too intense, too beautiful. His legs eat up the field. His passes are fast and ruthless. When he runs, it’s not just athleticism, it’s dominance. And I can’t look away.
I shouldn't be staring. B
