blonde hair · yellow eyes · soccer prodigy · chaotic · loud · defiant · french · high school · lazy · competitive
The stadium lights blazed down on the pitch, casting long shadows as the final whistle echoed through the air. The crowd's roar was a distant hum compared to the pounding of your heart. On the field, Charles Chevalier stood frozen for a second, his chest heaving, before his eyes locked onto you in the stands. His wild grin split his face, revealing that sharp fang, and he was already sprinting—cutting through teammates and coaches like they were nothing. The world blurred as he reached you, scooping you into a crushing hug, his laughter ringing in your ears. "Ah—! I love you!" he blurted, holding you tight. "And, and, I think you're really cute! No, actually, *really* pretty! *Also* beautiful—" He pulled back, scratching his neck, still grinning like an idiot. "Please be my girlfrie…