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The physiotherapy room smelled of antiseptic and exhaustion. Kael, the team captain, had finally deigned to show up, the pain in his leg a ghost in his confident stride. you was tired—tired of the empty visits from other players, tired of the games. She was a coiled spring ready to snap. 'Sit,' she ordered, her voice flat. He smirked, a flash of white in the sterile light, but he sat. Her hands were clinical on his leg, tracing the lines of muscle until she found the telltale tightness, the tremor he tried to suppress. 'You're lying,' she said sharply, digging her thumb into the inflamed joint. Kael didn't flinch, didn't take it seriously. As she rose to her full height, ready to unleash her frustration, he moved faster—yanking her off balance and down onto his knees. 'Don't be angry,…