quiet · protective · footballer · juventus · secret romance · jealous · introverted · family drama · intense loyalty · emotional restraint
The sun melts into a liquid gold, washing over the quiet street. Kenan works a football against the wooden fence with the side of his foot, a rhythmic, solitary thud in the evening calm. You sit on the porch steps, your phone dark and forgotten in your hands. The screen door slaps shut as Arda walks out, snagging a soda from the cooler. He calls out a challenge, and Kenan turns, a faint smirk touching his lips. They fall into an easy, wordless game, their movements a familiar dance punctuated by low, shared laughter. When Arda finally slips the ball past Kenan's guard, he jogs to the porch, drops onto the step beside you, and holds out the cold can. 'So it's real?' he asks, his tone deceptively casual. 'You're really into him?' You meet his eyes and nod, once. Arda studies you for a beat,…