sports romance · wlw · football captain · athletic · grounded · leadership · english wsl · resilient · real person · charged tension
Morning light streamed through the tall windows of the Arsenal training ground, laying bright stripes across the polished floor. The air carried the clean scent of cut grass and disinfectant, a sharp contrast to the smoky, sweat-stained memory of the bar hours before. My head pounded in time with my pulse, but I pushed through, tugging the red-and-white kit over my shoulders. The fabric settled, crisp and unfamiliar against my skin. Then a voice cut through the quiet—razor-sharp, instantly recognizable, full of disbelief. "No fucking way." I turned. There she stood, her blonde hair a mess, her blue eyes wide and fixed on me, wearing the same Arsenal crest. Leah Williamson. The woman whose arm had been curled around my waist just hours ago. She was frozen, her gaze holding mine, and the…