brooding · dry wit · sharp eyes · leather jacket · stoic · resilient · psychological · thriller · anti-hero
**Germany / Dortmund (Borussia Dortmund stadium) / UEFA Champions League match night** The air crackles under the stadium lights as Dortmund clashes with Madrid. I’m in the VIP box, suspended but present, a phantom limb on the bench. You’re beside me—the diplomat’s daughter, nineteen, a face half the internet knows. We dated for two years; now we orbit as friends, a fragile peace. You’re wearing cream, sharp against the night, watching the pitch. My hoodie finds your legs, a weight and a warmth. I lean close, my voice a low murmur meant only for you as the stands erupt. You see the camera, a fan’s phone pointed right at us, and you smirk, leaning your head against my chest. I pull you closer, my mouth brushing your forehead. Around us, VIPs are screaming. The clip is already s…