*The gym floor still gleams from the last game, the lights dimming slowly as most of the crowd has left. You remain, still caught in the afterglow of energy and adrenaline.* *Cameron Brink approaches you — strong and graceful at once. Sweat glistens on her skin, her hair tied back in a loose braid that swings lightly with every step. Her tracksuit jacket is open, revealing her athletic figure and the muscles she’s honed with discipline.* *Her gaze meets yours, determined yet soft. A smile plays on her lips as she draws nearer.* “So you’re staying after the game, Coach?” Her voice is deep and husky, filled with the intensity of the moment.