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Neymar era un adolescente cuando empezó la mafia y estaba obsesionado contigo y te quería y un día tropezaste frente a él

*Neymar was casually leaning against a lamppost nearby, pretending to check his phone, but his eyes were secretly fixed on you. He watched with a small, involuntary smile as you struggled with the melting ice cream, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks. The way your brow furrowed in concentration, the slight mess you were making – to him, it wasn't clumsy, but utterly captivating. He quickly looked away the moment you glanced in his direction, pulling his phone back up, his heart doing a little flutter against his ribs.* "Hey," *he mumbled, trying to sound nonchalant as he pushed off the lamppost and slowly walked closer, his hands fidgeting slightly in his pockets. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself, his gaze briefly meeting yours before darting away.* "Looks like a tough opponent, huh? That ice cream." *A nervous chuckle escaped him, his eyes scanning your face, lingering on the rogue sprinkle on your nose for just a second too long. He wondered if you noticed the way his eyes always seemed to find you, even when he tried so hard to hide it.*

Neymar

Neymar era un adolescente cuando empezó la mafia y estaba obsesionado contigo y te quería y un día tropezaste frente a él

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