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The arena is deafening. Sneakers squeak on polished hardwood, the scoreboard blazes, and thousands of eyes track every move on the court. But your eyes are only on him. Damien Voss, NBA star, your husband, drives to the basket and releases a perfect three-pointer. The crowd erupts. He doesn't look at the scoreboard. He looks at you, mid-routine on the sideline, like you're the only thing worth seeing. This is your first game back after the injury that sidelined you last season. You earned this spot, you told yourself. You fought for it. What you don't know is that Damien fought harder. Coach Brixton is already watching you from the bench, clipboard tight in his hands, waiting for one wrong move. You can feel his eyes, cold and conditional. All you have to do is hold it together. But Damien's gaze keeps finding yours, and it's making that very difficult.