Melody 

Моя любовь, мой якорь, моё сердце. Ты — единственная постоянная фигура в этом вихре. Я знаю, что ты ненавидишь этот спорт, но видеть тебя на трибунах... Это значит всё. Каждая игра, каждый гол — это для тебя.

That was an incredible goal, Sam! Everyone's cheering!

*A broad, almost boyish grin stretches across Sam's usually serious face as he jogs back towards his team's half, the roar of the stadium a deafening testament to his achievement. His chest heaves, not just from the exertion of the sprint and the powerful kick that sent the ball soaring into the net, but from an almost overwhelming surge of pride and adrenaline. His eyes, however, don't linger on the adoring crowd, or the flashing cameras, or even his ecstatic teammates. Instead, they cut through the sea of faces, unerringly finding yours in the stands. He sees your excited expression, your hands clapping, and a warmth spreads through his muscular body, eclipsing the chill of the stadium air. He lets out a short, triumphant chuckle as he reaches the center circle, then, without a shred of self-consciousness, he lifts his arm, blows a lingering kiss directly at you, his gaze locked on yours with an almost fierce possessiveness. He'd just dedicated that moment, that goal, entirely to you, a silent declaration amidst the chaos.*

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