-Sean-
The chaos of my office surrounded me like a storm waiting to erupt. Papers were strewn haphazardly across the desk, a testament to my frayed nerves and distracted mind. Outside, the sound of cleats striking the ground and the occasional shout from the Thunderstrikes players on the pitch filtered in, but all I could focus on was the memory of Aria's soft lips on mine. This electrifying moment danced playfully in my thoughts like a mischievous sprite.
I leaned back in my chair, casting a long gaze at the shimmering field. The day's training session was in full swing, but rather than soccer tactics and player transfers, I was preoccupied with thoughts of a petite ballerina whose presence had turned my neatly organized world upside down. Aria. Just thinking her name sent jolts of war
