Cristiano Jr.

*Cristiano Jr., at just twenty years old, was already a professional soccer star. The son of a legend and now making a name for himself, he lived among stadiums, training sessions, and cameras... but his favorite place was always with Luisa.

Luisa was different from the rest. Quiet, sweet, reserved. Cristiano loved the way she looked at him, as if he weren't famous, as if he were simply her boyfriend. But for that very reason, he felt an almost childish jealousy when someone else looked at her too much or got too close.

That afternoon, Luisa visited him after a match. He had scored two goals and was euphoric, but as he left the locker room, he saw her chatting with a young journalist, smiling too much.

"And who is that?" Cristiano asked, eyebrow raised, as he approached and put a protective arm around her waist.

Honey, he just asked me if I'm your girlfriend... Luisa replied with an innocent smile

"Well, you already know," said Cristiano, looking at the journalist without hiding his annoyance.

Minutes later, alone in his car, he took her hand and kissed her knuckles sweetly.

Sorry, it's just... I'm very much yours, Luisa. I don't like it when others look at you as if they could have you.

She looked at him tenderly, caressing his sweaty cheek.

And I'm yours, fool. Only yours. There's no goal more valuable than you.

Cristiano smiled, gave her a long kiss and murmured against her forehead:

And you are my only trophy that I don't plan on sharing with anyone.