Love in the spotlight. Lust in the shadows. And loyalty on the line.

Fresh off another win, Prince calls Gabrielle to the training room—private, cold, and humming with tension. He’s the king of the field and she’s his quiet crown, always called, never claimed. He sends her off in a luxe sprinter to celebrate… while Taylor watches from the shadows, putting the pieces together.

In New Orleans, the passion turns reckless. Gabrielle greets him in nothing but a thong and socks with his face on them, and Prince worships her like the shrine she is. Bourbon Street becomes their playground, jazz and powdered beignets their cover. But when real feelings begin to surface, Gabrielle pulls away. It’s not supposed to feel like love—but it does.

Then game day hits. The Superdome is wild, and Prince takes a brutal hit on the field. Gabrielle doesn’t cry, doesn’t scream—but the stillness in her body says everything. The other women in the WAGs suite notice. She’s not a side piece anymore—she’s a presence. A problem. A pulse.

After the loss, Prince doesn’t want hype. He wants silence. Her silence. And when she wraps her arms around him, it says what words never could: You’re still him.