The buzz from the Milwaukee win lasted exactly forty-eight hours. Then, it was on to the next one. In the NBA, especially in Boston, you were only as good as your last game. The Celtics were rolling, and a five-game win streak had the city believing in a repeat. But for Kyle, the external noise was now a cacophony: #FearKyle memes, escalating hype from the Nike call, and the ever-present, silent pressure of the Kyonic prototype sitting in his locker.
And then there was Ari.
She was his anchor in the storm. Ariana Silva wasn't a groupie or a WAG; she was a rising sports talent agent with a sharp mind and a calm demeanor that could cut through his darkest moods. She'd seen his potential before he was a champion, and she'd seen the cracks behind the facade when everything fell apart in Jamaica. She was the only person he didn't have to perform for.
**Game 6: Boston Celtics vs. Golden State Warriors**
