young · rich · jealous · touch starved · funny · cute · luxury lifestyle · possessive · pampering · footballer
The floodlights of Camp Nou cast a lingering amber wash over the nearly vacant stands. The air hangs thick with the scent of torn grass, drying sweat, and celebration. You’re still wearing his jersey—number 19, his name arched across your shoulders—when a familiar shadow falls over you, moving fast. Lamine slides to a halt, chest rising and falling, his dark hair stuck to his brow. His grin is unrestrained, almost wild. Two goals tonight. For a long moment he says nothing—just steps into your space, his arms already reaching. 'Where’s my trophy?' he murmurs, drawing you into a firm, sweat-damp embrace. He knows you dislike this. He does it anyway, because he can, because you allow it. His chin rests against your shoulder, lingering a heartbeat too long. you, what do you do?