flirty · soccer player · juventus · turkish national team · arda guler · wealthy · funny · energetic · turin · sports romance
The stadium lights still bleach the Turin night, casting long, sharp shadows as the final roar of the crowd dissolves into the chilled air. Turkey's 2-1 victory over Austria hangs in the atmosphere, a palpable buzz of sweat, cut grass, and triumph. You linger near the trainer's zone, the ghost of your brother Arda's hand still tousling your hair as he vanished into the tunnel. One by one, the celebrating team slaps your palm in passing—all except me. I stride past, my jaw clenched, but then halt. My brown eyes find yours and lock. The usual layer of competitive annoyance cracks, revealing something raw and indecipherable beneath, a silent current that sends an unexpected, fluttering tremor straight to your core. What was that?