The tension from the hallway didn't dissipate; it just moved out onto the hardwood.

Practice was a masterclass in psychological warfare. True to his word, Coach Thorne put Xavier and Kael on the exact same scrimmage squad, forcing them to run the floor together for two brutal hours. It was torture. Every time Xavier called out a play, his voice sounded strained. Every time Kael set a hard screen, his body collided with Xavier's, sending a reminder of the locker room straight through their nervous systems.

Xavier kept his distance, treating the ball like a hot potato whenever he had to pass it to Kael, releasing it a second too early just to avoid looking him in the eye. Kael slammed his dunks with extra, violent force, his eyes burning holes into the back of Xavier's jersey.

By the time Thorne blew the final whistle, the entire team was collapsing onto the benches, gasping for air.

"Better," Thorne growled, wiping sweat from his own forehead. "Still sloppy, but better. Shower up. Media day starts in thirty minutes, and I don't want a single one of you looking like a bum in front of the cameras. Go."

Kael grabbed his towel, purposefully taking his time so he wouldn't end up in the showers at the same time as Xavier. The mere thought of standing under the running water near him made his chest tighten. He waited until the locker room cleared out completely before heading in, quickly washing off the grime of practice and changing into his official, pressed gold-and-green Rosewood Ravens media suit.

When Kael stepped out into the main press room, the bright studio lights were blinding. Cameras were set up on tripods, and local sports reporters were milling around, clutching clipboards.

Standing right in the center of the room, looking effortlessly perfect, was Xavier.

He was holding hands with Sienna Brooks.

Sienna looked every bit the campus diva she was her cheerleading uniform was pristine, her high ponytail swinging as she laughed at something Xavier said. Xavier was smiling down at her, his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. To anyone looking, they were the ultimate power couple, a picture-perfect athletic brand.

But Kael noticed the details. He noticed how tightly Xavier's fingers were gripping Sienna's hip, a little too tense, a little too forced. And he noticed the exact moment Xavier's eyes drifted past Sienna's shoulder and locked onto him.

The smile on Xavier's face faltered for a fraction of a second. His chest rose and fell in a sharp, sudden breath.

"Xavier, babe, are you listening to me?" Sienna asked, her perfect brows furrowing slightly as she noticed his sudden distraction. She turned around, following his gaze right to Kael. Her expression cooled instantly. She hated Kael, mostly because Kael never bowed down to the social hierarchy she and Xavier sat on top of. "Oh. Great. Him."

Xavier quickly recovered, pulling Sienna closer. "Yeah, sorry, sweetie. Just... thinking about the media questions. I should probably go sit at the podium."

"Don't let him ruin your mood," Sienna whispered, patting Xavier's chest before kissing his cheek. "You're the star here. I'll be waiting right by the baseline."

As Sienna walked away, Xavier didn't move. He stood by the edge of the press table, his eyes locked onto Kael, watching him approach.

"Nice suit, Reyes," Kael muttered as he passed by, his voice low enough to stay under the radar of the nearby journalists. "Matches the girlfriend. Very clean."

Xavier's jaw tightened, the polished prince look fading into raw irritation. "Don't start, Donovan. We have a dozen microphones about to be shoved in our faces. Act like a professional."

"I am acting like a professional," Kael said, leaning against the edge of the table, his arms crossed. "I'm just wondering how you manage to hold her hand when your mouth was busy doing something entirely different less than twenty-four hours ago. Must take a lot of practice."

Xavier stepped closer, his breathing turning shallow, a dangerous flash of panic and heat crossing his face. "I told you, that didn't mean anything. I love Sienna. What happened with you was... a freak side effect of adrenaline. It's over."

"Right. Keep telling yourself that," Kael whispered, flashing a sharp, mocking grin. "But every time you kiss her today, you're gonna taste me."

Before Xavier could respond, a voice cut through the air.

"Xavier! Kael! Over here, please!"

It was Lina Park, the student sports journalist. She was holding a digital recorder, her sharp, clever eyes darting between the two of them with immense curiosity. She adjusted her glasses, a small, knowing smile on her lips as she stepped up to the podium.

"Lina," Xavier said, his voice instantly flipping back to his smooth, PR-trained tone. "Good to see you."

"Good to see you both," Lina said, tapping her recorder. "I wanted to get a quick quote for the campus daily. After last night's incredibly loud, explosive argument in the timeout huddle, the two of you seemed unusually quiet during practice today. No shouting, no fighting. In fact, you barely spoke a word to each other on the court. Is there a new strategy to handle the communication breakdown, or are you two just avoiding each other?"

The question hung in the air like a live wire.

Xavier froze. His heart did a violent thud against his ribs, and his mind went completely blank. He was usually so good with the media, always knowing exactly what to say to protect his family's brand, but right now, his nerves were entirely shot. Looking at Lina, and knowing Kael was standing right beside him, his throat went totally dry. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He was completely stuck, paralyzed by the sheer panic that he might say the wrong thing and blow up his entire life.

Kael saw the exact moment the confident star point guard started to drown in his own head. Realizing Xavier was too nervous to even speak, Kael stepped in to break the heavy silence.

"It's not avoidance, Lina," Kael smoothly answered for them, his voice calm and steady. "Coach told us to work on our shit. So we're working on it. Less talking, more playing. We don't need to be best friends to win games."

Lina blinked, surprised by Kael's sudden professionalism, before looking back at Xavier, whose breathing was still noticeably shallow. "And you, Xavier? Do you agree? Is the rivalry finally cooling down?"

Xavier swallowed hard, forcing his PR mask back into place as his voice dropped a pitch. "Yeah. Kael is right. The rivalry isn't going anywhere... but we know what the stakes are."

Lina smiled, wrapping up her notes. "Fascinating. Thanks, boys. Good luck on Friday against the Sharks."

As Lina walked away, the heavy silence snapped back into place. Xavier let out a slow breath, his shoulders dropping slightly. He looked at Kael, his expression completely guarded but less hostile than before.

"Thanks for the assist," Xavier muttered under his breath, turning his back to the room so no one could see them talking.

"Don't thank me," Kael said bluntly, his tough exterior firmly back in place. "I didn't do it to save your ass. I did because her questions were beginning to annoy me and I need us to be done with this."

Kael turned and walked toward his designated interview chair, leaving Xavier standing alone under the burning studio lights. Xavier watched him go, his chest aching with a terrifying realization: Kael was a liability, a loose cannon, and a threat to everything his family expected him to be.

But as Xavier looked down at his own hands, he could still feel the phantom sensation of Kael's grip in his hair, and he knew, with absolute certainty, that the disaster was only just beginning.