Press conference
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What starts as stolen glances across crowded press rooms in Wimbledon turns into a dangerous game of power, jealousy, and unspoken desire.
Lilia Blake never expected to catch the attention of Iga Świątek - the world's number eight, untouchable on court and seemingly unshakable off it. But every question asked, every lingering stare, every slip of composure proves otherwise.
From whispered words beneath flashing cameras to a party where the line between tension and temptation finally snaps, Lilia and Iga find themselves pulled into each other's orbit - a collision neither of them can deny.
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