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Before Winter Break

作者: Zara Blackwood
last update 公開日: 2026-06-25 17:53:15

The football house was completely quiet when they got there.

Most of the team had already left for the break, cars packed, heavy bags dragged down the stairs, the sudden, sweeping exodus of a building that had been bursting with noise only hours ago.

Dante let her in with his key, and they walked up the quiet stairs. When he pushed his bedroom door open, the space was exactly as she remembered it, the intricate play diagrams on the whiteboard, the neat stacks of books on the nightstand, and
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  • Touchdown For The Devil    Before Winter Break

    The football house was completely quiet when they got there. Most of the team had already left for the break, cars packed, heavy bags dragged down the stairs, the sudden, sweeping exodus of a building that had been bursting with noise only hours ago. Dante let her in with his key, and they walked up the quiet stairs. When he pushed his bedroom door open, the space was exactly as she remembered it, the intricate play diagrams on the whiteboard, the neat stacks of books on the nightstand, and the photograph of Elena resting right above the desk. It felt familiar now. It felt like his. He’d texted her at six.Come over. I need to tell you something. She’d known from the sudden weight of those three words that it was something real. He went over to make coffee, mostly because he needed something to do with his hands to quiet the nervous energy. Ariana sat on the hardwood floor with her back resting against the mattress, pulling her knees up to her chest. She watched him move around

  • Touchdown For The Devil    The Scout

    The email arrived on a quiet Thursday afternoon. Dante was in the film room with Mason, the low hum of the projector cutting through the quiet, when his phone lit up on the seat beside him. It was an email, a notification he almost ignored entirely because emails during film sessions were always administrative nonsense from the department or clinical directives from his father, and neither required immediate attention. He glanced down at the sender anyway. He stopped breathing. He read the sender's name twice. Then he flipped his phone face down on the vinyl seat and watched the remaining twelve minutes of film without seeing a single frame of it. The email was from David Reeves. He wasn't one of his father’s contacts. He wasn't someone Richard had arranged a meeting with, opened a door for, or carefully positioned in Dante’s path to buy his future compliance. David Reeves was a scout for a club Dante had been watching since he was nine years old. He had found Dante independent

  • Touchdown For The Devil    The Question Underneath the Question

    Ariana was halfway through her bowl of cereal at nine in the morning when Zoe started interrogating her. Zoe didn’t even look up from her phone, her thumb just lazy scrolling through her feed. It happened right between one swipe and the next, tossed out like a casual thought she’d been sitting on for a while and figured this random, quiet morning was as good a time as any to let go. "Are you actually okay? With all of it?" Ariana kept chewing her cereal slowly, keeping her eyes fixed entirely on the milk. "With what?" "You know what I mean." Zoe put her phone face down on the table with a soft click. She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto Ariana, suddenly entirely focused. "The dad. The mom. The whole mess." "I'm fine." "I didn't ask if you were fine, Ari. I asked if you were okay." Zoe reached across the small table and snagged a piece of Ariana's toast without asking. It was an old habit, something she’d been pulling off since their first week as roommates freshman year. "T

  • Touchdown For The Devil    Falling Asleep Somewhere New

    Ariana stood outside the football house at five past eight on a chilly Tuesday night and told herself that twice before her knuckles even touched the wood. Not planned. Just a film. Just Dante mentioning a documentary earlier in the week that he’d been meaning to watch, and he had invited her over to watch together. She had said okay immediately without truly thinking about what "okay" meant in this context. What "okay" actually meant was that she had never been inside the football house properly before. The air was quiet, the porch light casting long, amber shadows across the gravel driveway. She knocked. Mason opened the door almost immediately. He looked at her, his eyes dropping to the heavy leather strap of the camera bag slung over her shoulder, before looking back up at her face. "You brought your camera to watch a documentary?" "Old habit," Ariana said, offering a small, defensive smile. "I don't go anywhere without it." "Right. Habit." Mason stepped back to let her pass

  • Touchdown For The Devil    Elena Reyes

    The photograph arrived on a Thursday afternoon. Dante was in the middle of a film session with Mason and two other players when his phone lit up on the table beside him. It was an unknown number, a clean and unmarked digital footprint. He looked at the flashing screen for half a second, excused himself with the practiced, casual ease of someone who had been navigating these exact tactical shadows for two years, and stepped out into the quiet hallway. He leaned against the cold drywall and opened the text message. His mother was sitting on the wooden bench in the garden again. She was wearing a dark green coat this time, the heavy wool kind she used to wear when he was small and still allowed to have preferences about her own life. Her hair was cut shorter than in the last photograph they had sent him. She was looking at something off to the left of the frame, entirely unposed. Someone had taken it without her knowing. He stood in the corridor, staring at the screen for a long, hea

  • Touchdown For The Devil    What She Sees

    The thing about watching Dante Cole practice was that it was nothing like watching him play. Games were pure performance, thirty-eight thousand people in the stands, the crushing weight of expectation, and every single movement calibrated for an audience whether he admitted it or not. Practice was something else entirely. Practice was where the raw, exhausting work actually lived. It was found in the endless repetition, the quiet corrections, and the focused irritation of a man who held himself to a standard most people simply couldn't see from the outside. Ariana had been assigned to shoot a feature on the team's preparation for the upcoming Crestfield game. Two hours on the practice field, capturing whatever she could manage to frame. Professor Bennett had signed off on the assignment on Monday morning. Putting Ariana Vale on a high-profile football feature right now, exactly three weeks after her viral publication and with legendary photographer Marcus Webb's name sitting in her

  • Touchdown For The Devil    Nobody Says No to Dante Cole

    Ariana spent the next two days avoiding Dante, which seemed impossible considering he practically owned half the campus. But somehow she managed, she skipped the football field entirely, took side hallways between classes, and avoided the student center. It almost worked. Until Friday night. Th

  • Touchdown For The Devil    The Devil Bleeds Too

    Dante was missing in practice, which shocked everyone. The football team trained under gray afternoon skies while Coach screamed himself hoarse across the field, but Dante never showed. Phones exploded with rumors within the hour. Dante suspended? Ariana really broke him omg. They definitely hooke

  • Touchdown For The Devil    Humiliation Looks Good on Him

    For three full seconds, Ariana couldn't breathe. The courtyard blurred around her as students whispered, someone laughed nervously near the fountain, and a phone camera tilted higher. But all Ariana could see was Dante standing there silently, not denying it. Her chest tightened painfully, not bec

  • Touchdown For The Devil    The Bet

    By lunchtime, the entire university knew that Dante Cole had nearly started a fight over Ariana Vale, and whispers followed her through campus like smoke. Girls stared openly, football players smirked when she passed, and even professors seemed distracted during lectures. Ariana wanted to disappear

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