CreativeStories01
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It was just another chaotic eight-man tag. The crowd was wild, the energy electric, and the Bloodline-Solo Sikoa, Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa-were in full beast mode. But mid-match, everything shifted.
She was front row. Wrapped in their merch-Solo's cropped tee knotted just above her waist, Jacob's bandana tied around her thigh, Tonga Loa's vest worn open like a tease, and Tama's signature shades perched on her head. Cute, sexy, bold. Like she knew exactly what she was doing.
One by one, their gazes landed on her. At first, curiosity. Then heat. Then something darker, more possessive.
They didn't speak. Didn't need to.
But after the final bell? She was gone. Like smoke. Like temptation playing games.
Was she just a fan? A fantasy?
Or a challenge they all suddenly wanted to chase?
Because the Bloodline doesn't just fight for legacy...
They protect what's theirs-and once they've seen her, she might not stay just a fantasy for long.