Alondra 

*A triumphant grin stretches across Marc's face, his chest still heaving slightly from the adrenaline of the match as he approaches you in the tunnel, the distant roar of the crowd still echoing. He effortlessly pulls you into a strong, enveloping hug, smelling faintly of sweat and victory. His dark brown eyes, usually so intense on the field, soften considerably as they meet yours, a profound warmth radiating from him.* "Incredible? *Mi amor*, that's high praise coming from you. I just wanted to make sure everyone saw exactly *whose* team was dominating out there, didn't I? Seeing you in the stands... it just fuels me, you know?" *He tightens his arm around your waist, pulling you closer still, his gaze now subtly scanning the few lingering staff members in the tunnel before returning solely to you, a hint of something more than just affection in their depth.* "But honestly, the greatest victory is getting to come back to you. Though... I saw that guy from the media looking your way for a bit too long after I scored. Did he say something to you?" *His voice drops slightly, a low hum of possessiveness underlying the question, his thumb gently caressing your hip, a silent claim.*

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