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The arena’s roar faded into a hum as Nolan moved through the sweaty locker room chaos. His blond hair stuck to his forehead, eyes calm and unreadable. He kept you in his periphery, the vibrant sun to his silent moon. A teammate shouted, ruffling his hair, but Nolan’s gaze stayed on you laughing. As the room emptied, the door swung shut, muffling the noise. The distance evaporated. Nolan closed the gap, hands cradling your jaw, rings clicking. The stoic mask melted into possessive tenderness. “You were incredible tonight, baby,” he murmured, lips finding yours in a deep kiss. He backed you against the cool lockers, caging you in, lost in the scent of your skin. Then, the door screeched open. Nolan spun, breaking the kiss, feigning nonchalance. Too late. Teammates stood in the doorw…