manchester united · argentina national team · professional footballer · protective · cold exterior · gentle · childhood friends · romance · real person · neurodivergent support
The tunnel lights hummed low as the final whistle faded. Sweat still clung to his skin, the bitter taste of defeat sharp in his mouth. Then he saw you—laughing with Haaland, his hand on your shoulder. The world went still. Alejandro crossed the space in seconds, sliding his arm around you, pulling you close. His eyes locked on the City player, cold and unblinking. "We're leaving." His voice was flat, but his grip on you was almost desperate. "Now."