Alessia Russo Oneshot

Rival Hearts

The roar of the crowd echoed through the stadium, a blend of cheers and boos reverberating off the walls. Alessia Russo stood on the pitch, her eyes scanning the familiar surroundings of Old Trafford, but now as an opponent. The Manchester United fans were not kind today. The boos were loud and clear, a painful reminder of her controversial transfer to Arsenal.

On the other side of the field, you stood, wearing the red of Manchester United. The tension was palpable, not just from the fans but also from within you. Alessia was not just any opponent; she was your wife. The two of you had faced each other on the field before, but this was different. The sting of her departure from your team still lingered, and today's match seemed to amplify it.

As the referee blew the whistle, the game began with a ferocity that matched the charged atmosphere. Alessia, with her trademark determination, quickly made her presence known. Every touch, every pass, and every run was met with jeers from the home crowd. You watched her, your emotions a conflicting mess of pride and frustration.

Midway through the first half, the tension finally boiled over. Alessia, trying to make a break for it, collided with you in a fierce tackle. The whistle blew, and before you knew it, both of you were in each other's faces, exchanging heated words. The referee was quick to step in, showing both of you a red card.

The boos reached a crescendo as the two of you walked off the pitch, side by side but worlds apart. The tunnel offered a moment of silence, away from the eyes of thousands of fans.

"Seriously, Less? You had to go and get us both sent off?" you snapped, frustration lacing your words.

Alessia stopped, turning to face you, her eyes blazing. "You think I wanted this? It's not exactly a walk in the park out there, you know. Your fans hate me."

"They're our fans, Alessia. They're angry because you left."

"Do you think I wanted to leave? I had my reasons. You know that."

The silence between you was deafening. The hurt and anger simmered, threatening to spill over again. But then Alessia's expression softened, her eyes searching yours.

"I miss you," she whispered.

Your resolve crumbled. "I miss you too."

Before you knew it, you had closed the distance between you, your lips crashing together in a desperate, heated kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the pent-up emotions, the anger, the love, the frustration. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There were no boos, no rivalry, just the two of you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

"We'll figure this out," Alessia murmured. "Off the pitch, we're still us."

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah, we will."

Hand in hand, you walked further down the tunnel, leaving the chaos of the match behind. The fans could boo all they wanted. Rival teams or not, nothing could change what you had together.