Opening Scene – Media Day, Summit RidgeCameras flashed.
Banners lined the gym walls.
A table draped in blue and orange stood at center court.
Kyle sat in front of it.
To his right: Marcus, arms crossed.
To his left: Ari, hoodie up, chewing gum and side-eyeing the reporters.
His hand hovered over the University of Miami hat.
"You ready for this?" Marcus whispered.
"Yeah. I think so."
Ari didn't speak. She just gave him that look—half warning, half promise.
Kyle took the mic.
"First, I want to thank God, my mom—Nichola Campbell—and everyone who believed in me when I barely believed in myself. Jamaica built me. Summit Ridge sharpened me. But the next chapter..."
He picked up the Miami hat. Put it on.
"I'm taking my talents to The U."
Post-Announcement – ReactionsThe gym erupted.
Some clapped.
Some sighed.
ESPN tweeted:
"4-star SF Kyle Wilson commits to Miami. Defensive beast. Redshirting freshman year. Potential lottery pick in '22 if he stays healthy."
Bleacher Report posted the highlight reel:
"From the slums of Jamaica to a scholarship at The U."
Ari leaned close, whispered,
"Your life just got louder. Hope you're ready."
Kyle squeezed her hand under the table.
"With you? Yeah."
Back in His Dorm – But Not at PeaceLater that night, Kyle sat alone.
Two phones ringing.
Brands DMing him.
Even a call from a cousin he hadn't heard from in two years.
He silenced it all.
Pulled out a small, worn picture of his mom.
"You see me, Mama?"
He touched her face on the photo.
"I'm still not there yet… but I'm closer."
Ari's Apartment – Late Night VibesKyle showed up at her door just past midnight.
Bag of takeout in one hand. Ice pack in the other.
She let him in, barefoot, pajama shorts, no makeup.
"You stalking me now?"
"You said I could pull up whenever."
"That don't mean I meant it."
He handed her the bag.
"Stew peas and festival."
She grinned.
"You remembered?"
"Only thing I remember better than my crossover."
Intimate Moment – Vulnerability Without ArmorThey sat on the floor, food between them, TV muted in the background.
Ari watched him shift, adjusting his leg.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Yeah. Every step."
"You scared?"
Kyle nodded slowly.
"I'm terrified."
She leaned over, rested her head on his shoulder.
"Good. Means you're still human."
"What if I can't be what they expect?"
"Then be what you expect."
He turned toward her.
She looked up.
"You got all these people watching you, but the only eyes that matter… are yours."
He kissed her.
This one deeper. Slower. Not a spark—a fire.
When they broke apart, she whispered,
"I love you, Reaper."
He froze.
Then smiled.
"I love you too, Agent Ari."
Meanwhile – A Message from the PastAcross the city, a man in a tailored gray suit stared at Kyle's viral announcement video.
He leaned back in his chair, laced his fingers.
"So the kid made it to Miami, huh?"
Behind him, two men in black stood silently.
The man smirked.
"Jamaica doesn't let go that easy. Time to remind him."
He clicked a folder on his desk:
Subject: Kyle Wilson – Family Ties / Montego Bay Connections.
Final Scene – Rooftop ReflectionsKyle and Ari stood on the Summit Ridge rooftop again, like they did that first week.
City lights below them.
The future above.
"You ever think about how far we came?" he asked.
"Only when I stop running," she replied.
He kissed her temple.
"Whatever happens next… we face it together?"
"Always."
Then her phone buzzed.
She checked it. Froze.
"What is it?" Kyle asked.
Ari looked up, serious.
"Someone's digging into your past. Deep."
"Who?"
She turned the screen toward him.
A news headline.
"Gang Leader from Jamaica Connected to Rising Star Kyle Wilson?"
Kyle's heart dropped.
"What the—"
She touched his hand.
"We clean this up. Fast."