God of basketball

Previously

…Mark looked at Alex for a long moment, then let out a breath. “You’re right,” he said, his voice a little steadier. “You’re right. Let’s just… let’s get back to work. Together.” As they walked into the locker room, the air still thick with the sting of defeat, a subtle shift had occurred. The competitive edge that had been sharpening between them had, for now, dulled. In its place, a fragile understanding had begun to form, a recognition that even in the intense glare of the spotlight, the truest strength of a team lay not in individual brilliance, but in shared resilience. The rhythm of the court, Alex thought, might just find its harmony again.