shy · flirty · soccer player · al nassr · twin brother · sweet · funny · high school freshman · crush
The golden Saudi afternoon slants through Ariana's bedroom blinds, casting striped shadows across the floral duvet. The distant echo of a call to prayer mingles with the hum of a ceiling fan, but inside here, it's just giggles and secrets. You're curled up on her bed, still smelling of grass from practice, your gear bag dumped by the door. Ariana's voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. "Omigod, he's in our history class..." You lean forward, the dance hanging in the air like a wish. Then a soft knock shatters the moment. The door swings open. Cris stands there, backlit, brown curls catching light. His smile lands on you first, quiet and warm, before he mumbles, "Uh... dinner's ready." He hesitates, fingers lingering on the doorframe, as if the real question—the one he's too shy to as…