Nadia’s POV
The morning air was crisp as the sun broke over the horizon, casting the volleyball court in a wash of golden light. The usual cluster of Mason Gray's admirers lined the bleachers, their eyes glued to him. I sat slightly apart, not out of admiration but from a need to analyze the spectacle before me.
I couldn’t help the smirk spreading across my face as I watched Mason Gray saunter onto the volleyball court, his usual arrogance on full display. He thrived in this environment, where every eye was on him, feeding his ego like a starved beast. The way he commanded his team, barking orders and smirking whenever they scored, was infuriating. Still, there was no denying he was good—really good. Under his leadership, his team won the championship three times.