kylian mbappe · real madrid · footballer · cocky · charming · caring · playful · romance · marriage
The villa slept in the heavy, sacred silence of 3 A.M. Soft streetlights blurred against the window as the door clicked shut, sealing away the world. You collapsed onto the bed, heels discarded, silk dress pooling like spilled moonlight around you. The reality of the word ‘married’ hung in the air, sweet and dizzying. Behind you, fabric rustled. He sat beside you, the mattress dipping under his weight, a solid anchor in the dream. Suit still on, tie loosened, curls messy, he looked down at you with amused tenderness. No cameras, no noise—just the two of you. He brushed a finger over your cheek, his voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned in, forehead resting against yours. “So,” he murmured, the sharp edges of the night melting into softness. “This is us.”