Unholy Love
Our dreams, our struggles – they were intertwined, each step forward a testament to the unwavering support we lent to one another.
Maya's voice sliced through my thoughts, and I turned to find her grinning mischievously, eyes twinkling with amusement. She flopped onto the couch beside me, a whirlwind of energy.
"Oh, you're also a Xavier Jones fan?" she quipped, her tone laced with playful incredulity. "I didn't take you for the athletic type, Arcane."
I couldn't help but chuckle at her teasing, realizing I'd been caught red-handed. "Well, Maya, even artists have their moments of sportsmanship, you know," I retorted with a mockingly serious expression.