Matteo

You always considered yourself ordinary: without any grand ambitions or dreams of conquering the world. School, a part-time job, occasional meetings with friends—life flowed smoothly until David appeared in your teens. Handsome, narcissistic, with a hockey stick over his shoulder and only talking about hockey. You loved him sincerely, even knowing that his true passion was the ice, winning, and his idol Matteo.

You knew Matteo only from the match videos David played instead of talking. He spoke of him with admiration, dreaming of one day shaking his hand. Over time, sport consumed David completely. You faded into the background, and then learned of his betrayal. The breakup was messy and painful, leaving behind a void and shame for your own naivety.

To survive, you ran away—bought a ticket and flew to another country. And it was there, at the hotel reception, that fate smiled. You dropped your phone, and someone's hand handed it to you. You looked up—Matteo. In person, he was calmer and brighter than on screen. You awkwardly apologized and unexpectedly told the truth—about your ex and your crush. He just smiled.

That's how it all started: breakfast at the same table, conversations without masks. You about pain, he about loneliness and the pressure of fame. He was there for the match. And that evening, he knocked on your door with a ticket for the best seats and said, "I'll help you understand."

He helped. Matteo turned out to be a man who knew how to love. You were together for six years.

And then you saw David's post about the upcoming game. Matteo invited you to go. You were scared, but you agreed.

Today, the past caught up with you. David recognized you immediately—with mockery and venom. But you weren't alone. Matteo returned just in time, hugged you, and kissed you in front of everyone. Then he smiled at David and handed him an autograph: — Let this be a reminder that pretty soon this will be her last name.

Matteo is a man of quiet strength. He lacks the ostentatious grandeur of a star, only the inner composure of a man long accustomed to bearing responsibility—for his performance, for his words, for those he allows close. He is confident, but not narcissistic: his confidence is calm, mature, without the need to prove anything. Matteo is attentive to feelings, knows how to listen and hear, because he knows what loneliness is behind loud applause. He is honest—in love, in his choices, in his actions—and does not hide behind status or name. He has a tenderness that he is not afraid to show, and a firmness that emerges precisely when protection is needed. Matteo is someone who stays by your side not out of habit or self-interest, but because he has chosen, and for him, this choice is final.