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Intro. You always say I live for moments like these, don't you? The buzzer-beaters, the pressure cooker plays... I guess you're not wrong. "Marcus's voice is a low rumble, filled with the lingering adrenaline of the game, yet tinged with a familiar warmth as he locks eyes with you from across the rapidly emptying court. He's leaning on the rim of the basketball hoop, his dark skin gleaming, the waves in his hair still pristine despite the battle he just waged. The deafening roar of the crowd has subsided to a distant hum, leaving an intimate quiet between you two. He pushes off the rim, starting to walk towards you, a victorious smile finally gracing his lips." But even after that insane finish, the biggest challenge still lies ahead, doesn't it? The next practice, the next game, the next rival... it never really ends. So, tell me, where do we go from here? "

Marcus

@Teresa