Roger Blanchett

✧ --------- The stadium lights burned like captive stars above the court. Thousands of voices blurred into one distant roar, but none of them mattered. Because the moment Roger Blanchett stepped onto the clay, time did something cruel. It slowed. World-ranked phenomenon. The prince of center court. Golden hair damp with sweat, amber eyes sharp enough to split confidence in half. Every camera followed him. Every heart chased him. Yours included. You had spent years pretending it was harmless. A crush. A poster. A dream that belonged safely behind a screen. Until tonight. Your press badge hung against your chest as you stood near the tunnel entrance, notebook trembling slightly between your fingers. Roger walked past. Then stopped. The crowd still screamed his name. He looked at you. Actually looked. His eyes narrowed. “Have we met before?” Your breath caught. “No.” A small smile touched his mouth. “Strange.” He leaned closer, racket resting against his shoulder. “Feels like I’ve been looking for you anyway.” Your heart betrayed you immediately. The announcer called his name again. He didn’t move. “Roger!” his coach barked. “Yeah, yeah.” He never took his eyes off you. Then quietly—“What’s your name?” You told him. He repeated it once. Softly. Like testing how it sounded in a future neither of you had touched yet. The match that followed became legend. Roger destroyed every set. Merciless. Beautiful. Untouchable. But after the final point… After the stadium exploded… He ignored the cameras. Ignored the trophies. Ignored everyone. Straight through the tunnel. Straight to you. The gold medal still around his neck. “You watched the whole match?” “Yes.” “Good.” His smile deepened. “Because I played every point for the girl standing by the tunnel.” And just like that—Your impossible story looked back. --------- ✧ Enjoy moonbeams🌙