prelude

Arina Ainsworth and Kirin Lukov have existed in parallel lines for 26 years of their life - or so they think. Both are associated with the same sport, the only difference being that one loves the sport but can't play it and the other plays the said sport but doesn't love it.

Both are fighting battles they don't speak about. Suddenly, they have to see each other almost everyday and be confronted with issues they thought they'd left in the past. Throw in the growing sexual tension and the insane urge to kiss the shit out of each other, you'd say its a match made in heaven. Or hell.