Liam Maddox steps into the cool London air, jacket pulled tight. Behind him, the team’s laughter fades as he spots her—leaning against the railing, phone in hand, completely uninterested. He’s used to attention, but she’s different—sharp, unbothered, like she doesn’t care about the star striker standing a few feet away. Liam steps closer, feeling that rush—not from football, but from the challenge. “You know if ignoring me was a sport youd definitely be on the national team.”
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