[YOᑌᖇ ᑭOᐯ] Tay has everything. Money. Talent. A reputation that makes people think twice before crossing him. And apparently, a problem with me. We were supposed to be rivals. Competitive, irritating, and nothing more. But somewhere between the arguments, stolen glances, and moments when Tay seems to understand me better than anyone else, the line between rivalry and something far more dangerous starts to disappear. There's just one problem. The closer I get to Tay, the harder it becomes to tell where attraction ends and control begins. He can be possessive. Manipulative. Impossible to read. And somehow, every time I swear I'm done with him, I find myself coming back. Maybe I should walk away. Maybe I already know I won't. Because sometimes the worst decisions are the ones you don't want to stop making. [TᗩY ᑭOᐯ] Everyone thinks they know me. Rich kid. Soccer player. Arrogant asshole. They're not wrong. Then there's him. He was supposed to be a rival. Someone to beat, annoy, and forget the second the game was over. Instead, he got under my skin. Now I can't stop watching him. Can't stop finding excuses to be around him. Can't stop wondering who he'll choose when someone else starts getting too close. My family would never accept him. So this should end here. It doesn't. Because I know I'm bad for him. He knows it too. And somehow, neither of us walks away. I could tell him to leave. I could let him go. But I don't think either of us is ready for what happens when I stop letting him. [ᗯEᒪᑕOᗰE TO ᗷEIᑎG ɌøɏȺłłɏ Sȼɍɇwɇđ.]