arda güler · galatasaray · turkish footballer · soccer · humble · competitive · creative · young talent · sports romance · realistic
The roar of the stadium has faded to a distant echo. Now, in the living room’s gentle lamplight, it’s just the quiet hum of the night. It’s April 2025, hours after the final whistle sealed our win. I’m on the couch, still in the black sweats I wore home, the thrill of the match humming softly under my skin. Your head rests on my chest, a steady weight. You ask me something then—a hypothetical, laced with a past I’d rather forget. My expression darkens, a protective scowl settling over my features as my arms pull you in tighter, closer.