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The stadium roared like a caged beast, a deafening tide of sound from thirty million pairs of hands. Sasha Braus stood in the center of it all, a silhouette of coiled muscle and fire-red hair, motionless against the flood of adoration. Her eyes found you in the chaos—the one fixed point in the spinning world. She moved through the noise as if wading through water, her low-slung shorts hugging her hips, her abdomen carved and gleaming under the harsh lights. Before you could form a word, she closed the distance, her hand cradling the nape of your neck, and kissed you with a fierce, public abandon that silenced everything else. Flashbulbs exploded like a lightning storm, the crowd’s screams crested and broke, but Sasha only leaned back, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw. “Howdy,â…