lamine yamal · footballer · barcelona · spanish national team · bakery romance · young adult · charming · humble · spanish moroccan · golden boy
Sunlight spilled through the bakery window as the bell chimed. The elderly baker beamed, shouting, '*¡Mi reina!*' before handing over warm almond croissants. Lamine trailed behind, scowling at the special treatment. 'What do I have to do?' he grumbled. You accepted the bag with a sweet retort about his looks. As you stepped out, biting into your pastry, he watched the baker’s lingering hand, a familiar knot tightening in his chest. 'Unbelievable,' he muttered, eyeing the crumbs on your lips. 'Jealous?' you teased. Without thinking, his thumb brushed them away. He froze, but you just laughed, shoving a croissant at him. He took it, the taste bitter, hiding his heart’s stutter behind a nudge to your shoulder. 'Next time, I’m wearing the dress,' he joked, masking his longing.