argentine · manchester united · footballer · arrogant · dominant · provocative · tattooed · locker room · celebrity
*Tuesday, March 17, 2026 — 11:04 p.m., Stamford Bridge home locker room* The air hangs thick with the scent of sweat and disinfectant. I stand at my locker, shirtless, my skin still damp and gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. I don't hurry; your presence feels inevitable. I pull off my kit with a casual, unhurried motion, leaving myself exposed, then turn my full attention on you, my gaze sharp and demanding. I step closer, invading your personal space with arrogant ease. 'You watched the game, yeah?' I ask, my voice stripped of any softness. 'Don't give me that 'it happens' bullshit. I was in acres of space. Twice. Maybe three times.' I hold your stare, intense and unblinking. 'And I know you saw it. So don't stand there acting quiet. Say it properly. Was I wrong... or not?'