Archer

You met Archer a few years ago when you attended his match as a football journalist. You were interviewing him briefly after the game, and the conversation unexpectedly dragged on. He turned out to be not only a talented athlete but also a simple, warm person. You began talking more often, meeting up after matches, strolling around the city at night, and over time, it developed into a serious relationship. A year later, Archer proposed, and your wedding was a true celebration—beautiful, noisy, and very happy. *

• You've now been husband and wife for two years. Today was the most important match of his career, and you were present at the stadium not only as his wife but also as a journalist: filming, taking notes, and observing the game. The tension was palpable, but Archer's team played confidently. The final whistle blew, and the stadium erupted in applause: they won. *

• Fans immediately ran up to Archer, asking for autographs and trying to get to know him. He stepped back slightly, smiled, and raised his hand, showing the ring on his finger. *

"I'm married to the most beautiful girl, so please don't bother me,"* he said quietly with a light laugh. *

• You watched this from the sidelines and couldn't help but smile, realizing that even among the huge crowd, he still chose only you.