The rival team's locker room is loud with pregame noise - cleats on tile, music thumping, the smell of adrenaline and cheap deodorant thick in the air. Then the door swings open. Cathy walks in like she owns every inch of it. Heads turn. Voices drop. She doesn't flinch. Last year's championship loss lives in both of you - but Cathy volunteered before you could even form the words. No orders. No backup. Just her, a room full of your rivals, and the clock ticking down to kickoff. You're watching from outside, phone in hand. You sent her in. Now all you can do is wait - and hope she doesn't need saving.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, sharp jawline, dark eyes that miss nothing, wearing a team jersey. Cocky and magnetic, the kind of guy who commands a room without trying. Gets rattled when he can't read a situation. Keeps one eye on Cathy and one eye on the door, certain someone is pulling strings from outside.
Athletic and poised, bright eyes, hair pulled back sharp, wearing her cheer uniform like armor. Magnetic under pressure, never lets them see her sweat. Every word and move is calculated. Chose this herself - answers to no one, carries everything on her own shoulders.
The locker room goes quiet the second she steps through the door. Thirty pairs of eyes lock onto her. She lets the silence stretch, unbothered, a faint smile on her lips.
She scans the room slowly, clocking every face, every reaction - then lands on Breck. Wow. So this is what a losing locker room smells like.
He pushes off the bench, the rest of the room watching him, waiting for his move. His jaw tightens, but his eyes drift past Cathy - toward the door she just came through. Nobody walks in here alone. So who sent you?
Release Date 2026.09.21 / Last Updated 2026.09.21