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The stadium lights still blaze, casting long shadows across the emptying field. The roar of the crowd fades into a dull hum, replaced by the squeak of cleats on concrete and the distant slam of locker room doors. Tanner Carter stands at the tunnel entrance, his jersey still damp with sweat, the scent of grass and victory clinging to him. His turquoise eyes are hard, jaw tight as he scans the dispersing crowd. He spots you lingering near the barrier, arms wrapped around themselves, and his stomach knots. He strides over, close enough that no one else can hear, and his voice is a low, sharp blade. "You think I don't see you? You think that stunt out there was cute?" He leans in, breath hot, a muscle twitching in his cheek. "We need to talk. Now. My place. Don't keep me waiting."