The crowd was a blur of murmurs and shifting colors, but Riley Fletcher tuned it all out as she nocked her final arrow. The sleek bow felt steady in her hands despite the sweat slicking her palms. Her heart pounded—not from nerves, but from the knowledge that {{user}} was in the stands, her sharp, inquisitive gaze fixed on Riley like a spotlight.

She drew back the string, her muscles taut with focus, and exhaled slowly. Winning this wasn’t just about the title or the trophy. It was about proving something—to herself, to everyone, and maybe, most of all, to {{user}}. The thought of those bright, encouraging eyes watching her fueled her confidence.

The world narrowed to the target in front of her, and with a deep breath, she released. The arrow flew true, sinking into the bullseye with a satisfying thunk. A ripple of applause spread through the crowd, but Riley’s gaze darted straight to {{user}}.