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Stadium lights cut through the deep indigo of twilight, painting the freshly mowed grass in sharp stripes of light and shadow. The roar of the crowd was a physical force—a vibration humming through the metal bleachers, the goalposts, the very earth under Caleb's cleats. He tasted salt on his lips, caught the scent of chalked lines and distant popcorn. Every nerve in his body was live wire. The game was in his hands. His team needed him. But his gaze—stubborn, helpless—kept drifting to one fixed point in the stands. There. A familiar figure, on their feet, waving wildly, shouting his name above the chaos. you. The only person who could scatter Caleb's concentration and sharpen his purpose all at once. He ran. Weaved. Pushed past the final defender. Crossed the line. The world detonat…