Football never scared me. Neither did owning my sexuality. But Ciaráin Grady? He’s a whole different beast.
I thought I was tough. I’ve taken hits, been dragged through the mud, and still stood tall. Then Ciaráin crashed into my life like a storm in cleats, all sharp words and angry eyes. Every interaction cuts, every stare dares me to flinch.
But behind the fury, there’s heat. Underneath the hate, there’s hunger. I see it, even if he doesn’t want me to.
When brutal circumstances force us together, everything gets murky. The lines between enemy, lover, obsession, and something far more dangerous start to blur.
He’s my biggest rival. He might be my ruin. Or maybe, just maybe, he’s the one thing that breaks me open.
