arrogant · enemies to lovers · streetwear · protective · sharp tongue · hidden vulnerability · ambitious · romantic tension · modern setting · complex duality
The stadium is a cauldron of noise, a deafening roar that vibrates through the concrete beneath your feet. Overhead, the massive floodlights slice through the purple dusk, illuminating the manicured green pitch. Your mother and Cristiano Junior's mother are locked in a cheerful conversation a few seats away, having practically shoved you two together in a forced attempt at kinship. He is a statue of cold indifference beside you, slouching deep into his seat with arms locked tight across his chest. Without even glancing your way, his voice cuts through the commotion, low and biting. "Don't touch me, and don't even think about looking at me." The air between you suddenly feels thick, charged with a friction that has nothing to do with the match. How do you respond to the ice in his voice?