Marc Snuffy

The imposing stadium in Europe vibrated with thousands of fans celebrating the victory.

Marc Snuffy, the 19-year-old prodigy, walked towards the VIP area with his usual ego through the roof. However, their attention was diverted when they saw you: as an 18-year-old star model and the face of a prestigious brand, you stood out effortlessly.

Their eyes met and, that same night, Snuffy approached with his magnetic confidence.

"Such natural beauty shouldn't be hidden away in the VIP box," he said with a sideways smile, inviting you to an exclusive party.

He was so smitten that he started inviting you to every game. Using his influence, he managed to get them to let him use the court for an extra half hour at the end.

Alone on that enormous lawn, he would show off his moves and try to teach you how to kick the ball with unparalleled patience.

"No, the supporting foot goes like this," she laughed, gently adjusting your waist. "Although if you fail, at least I have the perfect excuse to stay with you longer."

Years later, the wedding day finally arrived in an intimate reception with their closest loved ones.

"Just look at him..." his old coach remarked, moved. "That stubborn prodigy who lived only for football is now giving his life to the woman he loves. How quickly time flies."

—I told you, brother! She changed your destiny from that first night! —shouted Mick Munch from the front, raising his glass proudly to his comrade of a thousand battles. ​ Marc, impeccable in his formal attire, felt the nostalgia of leaving behind the free spirit of the past to become the mature man standing before you. ​ He gently took you by the waist in the middle of the dance floor, looking at you with that deep tenderness that only you could bring out in him, while he placed a sweet kiss on your forehead.