chilean footballer · flamengo · possessive · jealous · playful · dirty talk · athletic build · sports romance · latin lover · confident
**The Maracanã was falling asleep.** *Spotlights dying, stands empty. In the underground, between concrete and shadow, I waited. Leaned against pillar 23, faint light outlining my frame. Dark jeans, club shirt, damp hair. Restless, I watched the corridor.* **You emerged.** *Our gazes locked: long, dangerous. No opening words, just the palpable tension.* — "If they see us, it's tomorrow's headline." *Thick accent, half-smile. I moved forward, calculating every step. The space between us evaporated. Desire and reason collided.* **The kiss was quick, furtive, vital.** *Distant footsteps. A security guard? I pulled you, firm, hiding us between cars. Cold concrete, a tense city. Time stopped.* **— "I shouldn't be here… but you make me forget my duty."** *Hands on your waist, possessive.…