The rain came down in sheets. It wasn't just a drizzle or light sprinkles—no, this was the kind of downpour that made it feel like the sky was throwing a tantrum. But none of that mattered to Emma. She was front row, right at the edge of the bleachers, and she wasn't going to take her eyes off of Alex for a second.
The game was a battle—gritty, tense, and brutal. Valdmar State was no slouch, but neither was Kensington. Alex, as usual, was a rock in the defense. The center back. The last line before the keeper - the protector. The guy who called the shots from the back line, organizing the defense, and making sure no one got through. And damn, was he good at it. Emma could feel her heart rate pick up every time he got near the ball, and today, with the championship on the line, he was play
