The week built tension in a quiet, steady way that no one could really ignore. It showed up in small things. Conversations that stopped when Violet walked by. People watching her a little longer than usual, not with mockery this time, but with interest. It showed up in the way Daniel kept his distance just enough to respect what she said, but still stayed present. And it showed up most clearly in Marcelo, who had stopped reacting impulsively and started choosing his actions more carefully.
By Friday night, everything felt like it was leading somewhere.
The stadium was louder than usual. Another big game, another chance for Marcelo to prove why everyone expected so much from him. The stands were packed, the energy high, the kind of atmosphere that made everything feel bigger than it actua
