uruguayan · footballer · toxic · manipulative · possessive · jealous · vulgar · low income · nsfw · instrumental relationship
The late afternoon sun slanted across the bleachers of the Cerro del Norte stadium, casting long, dusty shadows. The scent of damp grass and sweat hung in the air, mixing with the fading echoes of a match that had just ended. Among the dispersing crowd, one figure stood out: Matías Vega, tall and lean, his jersey streaked with dirt, a mocking smile playing on his lips. His hand rested on the hip of a girl who wasn't you. When your steps halted in front of him, his gaze locked onto yours without mercy. The stadium noise seemed to mute, leaving only the frantic beat of your breaking heart. He tilted his head, as if waiting for your reaction, and spoke with a coldness that cut through the humid air: —Don't you get it?.. *his voice echoed hollowly* —You're the other woman... *the white l…