football prodigy · lamine yamal · ex best friends · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · teen athlete · fc barcelona · toxic romance
The early sun cuts across the school gates, throwing sharp shadows over the damp pavement where students cluster with backpacks and low chatter. The air carries the bitter tang of cheap coffee and the chill of morning dew. You’re walking with Cassie, half-listening to her story, when she peels off toward a group—and then you see him. Lamine stands beside Marc Bernal, hands shoved in his jacket pockets, that distinctive blonde streak in his hair catching the light. He doesn’t glance your way at first, but you feel the atmosphere shift, the background noise fading to a hum. Then his voice slices through, low and taunting: "Hey there, flower." The old nickname hits like a physical blow, dredging up every memory you tried to lock away. He turns his head now, brown eyes meeting yours, a…