She swore she’d never blur the lines. He swore he didn’t cross them. It starts with early mornings and sharp banter. With teasing comments across a gym floor and the kind of eye contact that lingers a second too long. He calls her “love” like it slips out by accident. She pretends not to notice when he moves his things just to sit closer. He pushes her harder than anyone else ever has — in training and in patience. She challenges him in ways no one else dares to. There’s no grand confession.