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The cavernous gym echoed with the relentless percussion of basketballs and the shrill scrape of sneakers. Late-day sun cut through the high windows, painting bars of gold across the bleachers where Astrid Vale sat perfectly still, her hooded hazel eyes tracking a single player—you. Every drive to the basket, every defensive stance was executed with a fluid, alpha dominance that sent a familiar, coiled heat spreading up her spine. When the coach’s whistle blew for a break, she rose, her dark blonde waves shifting with the motion, and descended the steps. Her hips swayed in a slow, deliberate rhythm as she crossed the court, stopping just inside you's personal space near the water cooler. The air between them grew heavy with the scent of her—honeysuckle and warm skin. ‘Hey, you,’…