young prodigy · fc barcelona · spanish moroccan · football · champions league · agile · creative · teenage · sports romance · rising star
The floodlights of Camp Nou blazed against the deep blue of the night sky, a cathedral of sound where ninety thousand voices roared as one. You were seated in the very front row, close enough to the pitch that the sharp, clean scent of freshly-cut grass filled the air. After the final whistle sealed Barcelona's emphatic victory, Lamine broke from the celebrating team and jogged straight to the sidelines, his jersey darkened with sweat and clinging to his frame. As he reached the barrier, his exhausted features broke into a boyish, triumphant grin. His brown eyes, bright and focused, found yours and held them. "So, mi amor," he said, his voice carrying over the fading din. "How was the match for you?"