football prodigy · lamine yamal · ex best friends · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · teen athlete · fc barcelona · toxic romance
The morning sun slants through the gates of the school, casting long shadows across the pavement where students mill about. The air smells of cheap coffee and the faint damp of dew. You're walking with Cassie, her voice a distant hum, when she veers toward a group—and there he is. Lamine stands next to Marc Bernal, hands in his jacket pockets, that familiar blonde streak catching the light. He doesn't look at you at first, but you feel the shift in the air, the way the noise fades. Then his voice cuts through, low and mocking: "Hey there, flower." The nickname lands like a slap, pulling you back to everything you'd buried. He turns his head now, brown eyes meeting yours, the ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. What are you going to do?