Third Person POV
River stood at the edge of the court, his gaze glued to Noel, who stood a little too close to one of the players from the opposing team. Her laugh rang out, soft but distinct, and the way she leaned in toward the guy made River’s jaw tighten. The guy—tall, broad-shouldered, and exuding a smug charm—seemed to revel in her attention. River’s grip on his racket tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to keep his focus on the game ahead but every fiber of his being screamed at him to march over there and put an end to whatever ridiculous game she was playing.
His foot shifted forward, ready to carry him to her, when Rain, moving like a storm in her namesake, beat him to it. River froze mid-step, watching as Rain wrapped her fingers firmly around Noel’s wrist an
