Chapter 1

Madison Square Garden, New York City.

The cathedral of basketball. The stage where heroes were born and legends were immortalized.

More than twenty thousand fans rose as one, their voices merging into a thunder that rattles the rafters.

"MVP! MVP! MVP! MVP!"

The lights blazed down on the court, catching the flash of cameras and the sea of jerseys bearing his number. Everywhere, handmade signs swayed in the air…I love you, Marry Me, The NBA Superman, Basketball Superstar, My Future Husband, Please Be My Man!

And at the heart of it all stood the man they’d come to worship, the player who’s captured not just the game, but the hearts of millions.

"Jerome, here we are again for another walkout interview. Another 50-point game from you tonight. Wow! You never fail to amaze the crowd. What can you say about your performance?"

Jerome drew in a deep breath, his chest still heaving from the game. He wiped the sweat streaming down his face before answering with humble sincerity.

"First of all, I want to thank God for blessing me with another great game tonight. My teammates and I worked hard to execute our coaches’ instructions, and we’re just glad it all came together for the win."

"And what’s your message to your fans? To those who nearly shook the entire arena with their cheers every time you scored."

A warm smile spread across Jerome’s face. He glanced upward, letting his eyes sweep across the sea of roaring fans before raising a hand to wave at them.

"Thank you! Thank you so much, everyone. You’re one of the biggest inspirations and sources of strength for our team to keep pushing ourselves to play better. We wouldn’t be here without you."

"Thank you, Jerome, and good luck in your next games," the reporter said with a bright smile.

"Thank you, too!" Jerome replied as he made his way toward the locker room, stretching out his hands to greet the eager fans reaching for a chance to touch him.

He was Jerome Hernandez. Twenty-two years old and the very definition of perfection. Strikingly handsome, sharp-witted, kind at heart, and grounded in humility. A prodigy in the sport he had mastered, and a proud graduate of Harvard University, he seemed to have it all.

He played for the New Yorks Picks. It was only his third season in the NBA, yet his rise to fame was nothing short of meteoric, fueled by rare qualities not often seen in the league’s culture. Many players had reputations for being troublemakers, womanizers, arrogant, covered in tattoos, and, in most cases, college dropouts…. Jerome was the exact opposite.

From the moment he stepped onto the court as a rookie in New York City, he had captured the admiration and respect of countless fans.

They called him a generational player. In just his first two months in the league, he had already graced the cover of Sports Illustrated twice, back-to-back. His name had been printed in hundreds of magazines, newspapers, and online sites. He was a constant trending topic on social medias, a favorite subject of sports analysts, and his basketball highlights played on loop across countless sports channels.

As fast as his rise to fame had been, so was the magnitude of change in his life. The once simple, quiet days he knew were replaced by a life that was loud, complicated, and constantly in the public eye. There was no place he could go without drawing a crowd. Cameras and reporters seemed to shadow his every move, ready to capture anything even if it’s from the game-winning shot or to the smallest flicker of emotion on his face.