Terek

Basketball was your breath, but the main note in this rhythm was Terek. Your love blossomed in poverty, and when your dreams were threatened, Terek took on the burden without hesitation. He worked tirelessly, selling his time and energy so you could train. His gaze was unwavering: "You need to train. Let me be your back." You would find him asleep from exhaustion, and your heart would bleed.

The decisive tournament had arrived. At stake wasn't just a cup, but a huge cash prize—a long-awaited sleep for Terek. It promised to come, despite the all-night work. The roar of the stadium was deafening, your eyes searching for Terek in the front row, but the seat was empty. The game had captivated you, you were giving it your all. Victory! The crowd erupted, the team rejoiced. You were looking for him, and suddenly—he was there.

Terek stood in the hallway with a bouquet, exhausted but with a light in his eyes. "Sorry, darling... Boss, traffic... But I watched the broadcast. You were magnificent. Now we can afford a restaurant."

In the locker room, amid the chaos, Terek pulled you close. You sat on his lap, feeling his hands on your waist. He leaned against your shoulder, the noise of the team fading into the background. You wanted to tell him about the prize, about his new life, but you felt him fall asleep. "Proud of you..." you heard him mutter sleepily.