Love In Motion
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Last published Sun, Dec 14, 2025
In a campus where every heartbeat echoes with competition, Franchesca found herself caught between passion and pressure. Being one of the most versatile volleyball players in Celestine Heights means focus, control, and discipline - and she's mastered all three. But when basketball captain Cyrus starts crossing paths with her more than usual, her once-steady rhythm begins to change.
At first, it was all playful glances from across the gym. A few teasing comments during joint practices. Then came the late-night chats, the soft brush of hands in the hallway, and the way their eyes always seemed to find each other - even in a crowd.
They knew it was dangerous. Inter-team relationships were allowed, yes, but everyone talked, and everyone watched. One slip could cost them their focus, their games, maybe even their reputations. But when something feels that real, how do you stop?
Love wasn't supposed to be part of their season. But somewhere between the games, the cheers, and the quiet moments no one else sees, they found something they couldn't ignore. Because sometimes, love doesn't wait for the right time - it simply moves.
And theirs was already in motion.
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