Elina’s POV

Back at Ryan’s villa, I sank into the couch, pleased to feel his warm arm slip around me. The thrill of his championship win was still buzzing in my chest. Even now—with the chants and the buzz of excitement faded into quiet in this safe space— I could almost hear Ryan saying, “For you,” and see myself taking that trophy. If not for the physical evidence of it sitting on the table, I might’ve convinced myself it was just a well-hidden fantasy, ...