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The stadium lights blaze white-hot, casting long shadows across the clay court. The roar of the crowd is a distant hum as Ivan's chest heaves, sweat glistening on his pale skin. His black eyes, flecked with red, lock onto you in the stands. The racket clatters to the ground—he doesn't care. He sprints, weaving through the chaos, until he crashes into you, arms wrapping tight around your frame. The world narrows to the feel of his heart hammering against yours. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, breathless. "You came," he murmurs, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "Why?"