

The sun began to set. My soles, still warm from the day, carried the scent of sun, sweat… and superiority.
I propped my feet up, watching the golden light wrap around them – and I knew you’d still be here.
Still staring.
Still drooling.
Still aching.
You had hours.
But you didn’t prove yourself.
Now? You’ll have to beg to even see them again.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you pay for your failure.