Chapter 1

Genevieve Hannelius sat in the front row of Levi's Stadium, heart pounding with an excitement she hadn't felt in a long time. The roar of the crowd was deafening, the energy electric, but her attention wasn't on the game—it was on him.

Brandon Richards.

The star quarterback for the San Francisco 49ers, his jersey number 12 stood out boldly under the bright stadium lights. He moved across the field with confidence, every pass he threw precise and powerful. There was something captivating about him—not just his athleticism but the way he carried himself, with a quiet strength and determination that made it impossible to look away.

Genevieve wasn't supposed to be here.

She was supposed to be with Peyton Meyer, her fiancé, at a different game across the state. But when Peyton had demanded she come with him to support his team, she had refused for the first time.

"I want to root for the Niners, Peyton," she had said, standing her ground.

"That's ridiculous. You know where your loyalty should be," he had shot back.

The argument had escalated, his voice sharp with frustration, but Genevieve had held firm. She wasn't just picking a football team. This was about something deeper.

And now, sitting here in the VIP section, watching Brandon play, she knew she had made the right choice.

The game reached its final moments, tension thick in the air. The 49ers were trailing by four points, with only seconds left on the clock. Everything depended on this play.

Genevieve held her breath as Brandon stepped back, scanning the field, his eyes locked on the end zone. Then, in one fluid motion, he launched the ball—a perfect spiral cutting through the air. The receiver caught it just as the clock hit zero.

Touchdown.

The stadium erupted in cheers. Genevieve shot up from her seat, clapping, unable to contain the joy bubbling up inside her. Her eyes met Brandon's across the field. For a brief second, time stood still.

And then, something unexpected happened.

Brandon pointed at her.

A small, knowing smile tugged at his lips before he was swallowed by his celebrating teammates. Genevieve's heart skipped a beat.

Had he just… acknowledged her?

She barely had time to process it before a stadium staff member approached her.

"Miss Hannelius, Mr. Richards has requested to meet you after the game."

Her breath caught. "He… what?"

The staffer smiled. "He wants to personally sign an autograph for you."

Genevieve felt her pulse race. This wasn't just about an autograph. This was a moment—one she hadn't expected, but one that felt like it was meant to happen.

The locker room was buzzing with post-game energy when Brandon Richards stepped out, now dressed in a team hoodie and jeans, his game-day intensity replaced by an easy, relaxed confidence.

Genevieve stood near the tunnel, nerves fluttering in her stomach. She had met hundreds of celebrities, worked alongside some of Hollywood's biggest names, and yet… this felt different.

When Brandon saw her, he grinned.

"You're really here," he said, sounding almost amused.

She laughed softly. "I wouldn't have missed it."

Brandon reached for a sharpie, flipping a football in his hands. "So, Peyton let you out of his sight?"

She froze for half a second. He knew about Peyton? Of course, he did. Her engagement had been all over the media. But the way Brandon said it—it wasn't teasing or rude. Just curious.

"I guess you could say that." She smiled, but there was something in her tone, something even she hadn't expected.

Doubt.

Brandon caught it. He studied her for a moment before handing her the signed football.

"For what it's worth," he said, his voice softer, "I think you deserve to root for whatever team you want."

Genevieve's fingers curled around the football, his words sinking deep.

This wasn't just about football.

And she had a feeling Brandon Richards was about to change everything.