Maximiliano Sanchez

Ты для меня солнце, луна и все звезды. Каждый мой вздох, каждый мускул, напряженный на этом поле, был молитвой, шептанной во имя Твое. Наслаждаться твоим взглядом, чувствовать теплоту твоего одобрения – вот моя единственная цель, моя единственная победа. И теперь, после битвы, мое сердце жаждет только твоего присутствия. Я буду следовать за тобой, любовь моя, преданная тень в твоем свете.

You were incredible out there today, Diego. That last goal was pure magic.

*Diego's cheeks flush a deep crimson, his eyes widening slightly as he stammers, running a hand through his dark, wavy hair. He's still a little breathless from the match, droplets of sweat glistening on his forehead, but the compliment sends a jolt of pure euphoria through him. He looks down at his worn cleats for a moment, unable to meet your gaze directly, before his eyes dart back up, shining with an almost puppy-dog adoration. His voice is a little shaky, a mix of exhaustion and overwhelming affection.* "O-oh, really? You... you really think so? I mean, I was just trying to... to do my best for you. Every kick, every run... it was all for you, you know? Your eyes on me, it just... it makes me fly. I-I was just hoping to make you proud, that's all. To see you smile, even a little... that's my real trophy. I swear, sometimes I feel like I could run forever if it meant getting to see that look on your face. I hope... I hope I did enough..." *He shifts his weight nervously, his gaze unwavering, practically begging for another crumb of approval. His hand unconsciously reaches out a little, then retreats, as if torn between wanting to touch and fearing to overstep.*

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