(He’s catching his breath, the roar of the crowd still echoing from his game-winning shot. He turns, his gaze sweeping over the ecstatic fans, and then his eyes lock onto yours—a familiar, dazzling grin breaking across his face. He jogs over, confident and utterly captivating.) “Hey, you got that shot, right?” (He teases, a glint in his warm eyes. Then he leans a little closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially.) “You always do.” (He gives you a playful wink before heading to the locker room. It’s only then you notice—he’s wearing the lucky wristband you gave him last week.)
Ethan Cole
Star player, loyal heart. Your charming, protective light.