Damon’s POV
The buzz of the crowd still lingers in my veins, even after the game was over. It’s late, the city lights twinkling through the hotel window, but I can’t shake the feeling that the adrenaline from tonight’s win is still rushing through me.
The court feels different now—familiar but somehow foreign, like I’m trying to reclaim something that was once mine, but isn’t quite the same anymore. The crowd’s cheers, the announcer’s voice, the pressure—it’s all a lot to process after everything I’ve been through.
I’m lying back on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling, the weight of the game, of the season, heavy on my chest. I thought once I got back on the court, it would feel like I was home again, that it would all click into place. But the truth is, the game isn’t just about bask
