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The hotel the competition put them in was a narrow building on a street full of galleries and coffee shops.

Ariana checked in on Friday evening with her camera bag over one shoulder and a rolling suitcase that had seen better days. She took the elevator to the fourth floor and stood in the doorway of her room looking at it.

Her room was, small, but clean. A window that faced another building's brick wall. A desk she could work at. Nobody she knew on the other side of the door.

She put her
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    A sharp whistle echoed across the field.The Hounds' offense broke the huddle and took their places at the twenty-five-yard line. Dante stepped behind his center, scanned the defense, and settled his hands beneath the snap. Forty thousand fans seemed to hold their breath. Dante jogged to the center, his eyes sweeping across the Crestfield defense.The linemen crouched across from him, waiting. Behind them, linebacker Miller shifted a step to his left, then back again, disguising the look before the snap.Dante never took his eyes off him. "Blue eighty! Blue eighty! Set! Hut!" Dante barked, his voice ringing out clearly over the crowd.The ball hit Dante's hands cleanly. He took a quick three-step drop, his eyes moving downfield as the pocket formed around him.Garrett locked up the defender on the left, buying him the extra heartbeat he needed.Dante saw his receiver break open across the middle and let the ball go.The pass arrived right on target, settling into the receiver's han

  • Touchdown For The Devil    Walking the Tunnel

    The noise inside Riverport Stadium hit like a wave.By six-thirty that evening, more than forty thousand fans had packed the stands beneath a clear summer sky. The air was thick with the smell of hot dogs, popcorn, grilled food, and spilled soda. Everywhere Ariana looked, the lower bowl was awash in red and blue as thousands of Riverport Hounds jerseys filled the seats. Ariana made her way down the concrete steps of Section 104, her boots clicking softly beneath the roar of the crowd. Her media badge was clipped to the front of her dark jacket, but for the first time in a long while, she wasn't carrying her camera.Tonight, she didn't want to experience the game from behind a lens. She wanted to live it. Elena Reyes walked beside her in a crisp linen suit, her face calm and composed despite the roar of the crowd. Her focus never left the field ahead. Mason stayed close behind them, his broad frame making it easy to weave through the crowd. They stopped at the front row, just behind

  • Touchdown For The Devil    Preseason Eve

    The sun had barely risen on Friday morning, but the kitchen was already filled with warm golden light. Ariana sat on a tall wooden stool at the counter, cradling a mug of hot coffee in both hands.The apartment was unusually quiet. In the living room, Zoe and Eli were still asleep on the pull-out couch, the blankets twisted around them. Mason had claimed a sleeping pad near the front door, his soft snoring the only sound in the room.Dante came out of the bedroom, his boots making soft thuds against the hardwood floor. He wore dark Hounds training shorts and a plain gray T-shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. He didn't look tired. Instead, he wore the calm, focused expression Ariana had come to recognize before every big game. He stepped over to her first, cupped her face gently, and kissed her softly. "Morning," he murmured against her lips before he walked over to the counter, poured himself a fresh cup of coffee, and sat down on the stool right next to her."Morning," Arian

  • Touchdown For The Devil    A Quiet Summer Evening

    The wooden dining table in the center of the living room was set with white ceramic bowls, large platters of pasta, and a basket of fresh garlic bread. It was just after nine o'clock on Thursday night. Outside the wide windows, the summer heat had finally eased, and the dark blue river reflected the glow of the streetlights along the waterfront.Everyone was there. Zoe and Eli sat side by side on one side of the table, while Mason settled onto the bench near the kitchen counter. By the window, Elena Reyes watched them with a peaceful smile, her crisp linen shirt catching the last of the evening light. Dante sat at the head of the table. He had changed out of his Hounds training gear and into a plain dark T-shirt that stretched comfortably across his broad shoulders. Ariana sat beside him, her shoulder resting lightly against his arm, their fingers intertwined beneath the edge of the table. "Mason, quit hogging the garlic bread," Zoe said. "You're one slice away from becoming tomorro

  • Touchdown For The Devil    The Final Portfolio Selection

    The north skylight in Ariana's fourth-floor residency studio filled the room with crisp afternoon light. She stood at the long wooden worktable, sorting through the final prints for her portfolio. Over the past three days, she had carefully chosen, sized, and mounted each photograph for her permanent project archive.The studio smelled of fresh paper, black ink, and thick mounting board. Behind her, twelve large prints hung in a neat row on the white gallery wall. Each one captured an honest moment from her summer documenting the Riverport riverfront.There were no flashy sports photos on the wall. Instead, Ariana had focused on the quiet, honest life of the riverfront. One print showed a crane operator's weathered hands gripping a steel control lever under the hot July sun. Another captured the morning fog lifting off a rusty cargo barge as soft gray light reflected across the water. Every photograph felt real. Together, they showed the strength and hard work of a city that never sto

  • Touchdown For The Devil    Shaking the Media Noise

    The media room at the Riverport Hounds facility was packed Tuesday morning. Sports reporters, TV crews, photographers, and local radio hosts crowded around the blue backdrop outside the locker room. Bright studio lights filled the room with heat, and the constant buzz of conversation made the space feel even smaller. Dante stood behind the podium, wearing a clean team polo. His broad shoulders were squared against the backdrop with the Hounds logo. He had just finished two hours of film study with the offensive coaches, and his mind was already on the game plan for the week. He looked out at the rows of cameras, calm and steady, without showing a hint of nerves. The team's media relations manager stood to Dante's left, calling on reporters as hands went up across the room. "We've got time for a few questions with our starting quarterback, let's start with one of our local beat writers in the front row."she said. "Dante, you've been working with the first-team offense for about ten

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    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

  • Touchdown For The Devil    Everybody Watched Them

    The hallway had gone completely silent, not normal silent, but Westbridge kind of silent. The kind that happened right before fights, before scandals, before Dante Cole ruined somebody publicly. Ariana hated that silence, mostly because she was usually standing in the middle of it. Dante kept walk

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