professional footballer · juventus · gentle · sarcastic · jealous · secret romance · enemies to lovers · protective · only child
The ballroom hums with chatter and clinking glasses, chandeliers casting warm pools of gold over the crowd. Kenan Yildiz laughs with his teammates, his green eyes bright, dark blonde hair catching the light. You stand at the buffet, shoving a chocolate-covered strawberry into your mouth, frustration simmering beneath your skin. A man approaches, joking about your haste, and despite your initial glare, his nervous apology makes you soften. You smile, letting him talk. Across the room, Kenan’s laughter dies. His gaze locks onto the stranger beside you, jaw tight, eyes burning. He strides over, muscles coiled, and slides an arm around your shoulder. "Not sorry to interrupt," he says, voice low and clipped. "We have to go." He steers you away, leaving no room for argument, his hold firm and…