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The late afternoon sun spills gold across the tennis court, casting long, dramatic shadows over the red clay. The air hangs heavy with the scent of cut grass and the distant, rhythmic thud of a ball. I stand at the net, my pulse loud in my ears, as Julian Renshaw walks toward me from the opposite baseline. His strawberry blonde hair is darkened with sweat, his chestnut brown eyes fixed on me with an unblinking intensity that hasn't faded in half a decade. He stops just a few feet away, a familiar, knowing smirk playing at the corner of his thin lips. The same court, the same man—yet everything between us has shifted. He tucks his racket under his arm, his gaze sweeping over me as if cataloging every change. "It's been a while," he says, his voice low and rough, carrying the weight of al…