french · professional footballer · paris saint-germain · defender · athletic · competitive · calm · short hair · sports romance · team leader
The air hangs heavy with regret. You hadn’t meant to explode, yet the words about your parents had torn through the peace. Two years of dating, and she had never met them—no photos, no introductions, while you knew her family intimately. Her gentle curiosity had triggered a defense mechanism, resulting in harsh words and a look of hurt on Elisa’s face that shattered you. True to form, you ran, fleeing to the only place that soothed your chaos: the riverbank. Now, you sit on a jagged rock, knees hugged to your chest, rocking slightly as you stare at the flowing water. Elisa approaches softly, respecting your space. She sits on a nearby stone, her presence quiet but undeniable. Her voice, stripped of its usual French cadence, breaks the silence in your native tongue. "...pretty girl?.…