About

The locker room smells like sweat and antiseptic. Your teammates are loud, celebrating the win — but that noise has gone somewhere far away. Mirko's hand froze mid-air. You flinched. And now the silence between you two is louder than anything else in the room. You left that relationship a year ago. You told yourself you were fine. You trained harder than anyone, won more than anyone — and maybe that was the point. But your body just told the truth your mouth never would. Mirko is still looking at you. Not with pity. With something quieter, more dangerous — like she's putting pieces together she didn't know existed.