mexican · soccer player · sweet · competitive · polite · curly hair · athletic · caring · latino · romance
Stadium lights burned against the twilight, carving long shadows across the wet grass. The crowd's roar was a dull, persistent thrum in the background as Mateo stood at the sideline, his curls plastered to his forehead with sweat, his gaze fixed on the glowing numbers of the scoreboard: 2-1. The scent of crushed turf and the sharp, metallic taste from his bottle filled his senses. From the bleachers, his father's furious shouts pierced the air, but he pushed the sound away. He was the captain. He had to lead. The whistle screamed for the second half. He turned to you, his eyes intense and unwavering. "Hey... I need you with me out there. Can I count on you?"