: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
Ibiza was a paradise of chaos and indulgence, perfect for those looking to escape reality. Y/N had come with her friends, seeking to have fun and avoid her problems . Tonight, they were headed to the biggest party of the season, hosted by none other than Joao Felix, the infamous professional footballer known for his reckless lifestyle just like y/n .
"Come on, Y/N, it'll be fun!" Jacklyn urged, tugging on her arm as they approached the sprawling villa. The music pulsed through the air, the bass vibrating under their feet and echoing in their chests.
Y/N rolled her eyes but allowed herself to be pulled along. "Fine, but if it gets too crazy, I'm out of there."
As they entered the villa, the sheer opulence took her breath away. The rooms were adorned with shimmering lights, and the scent of expensive perfume and alcohol filled the air. People were dancing with wild abandon, their bodies moving in sync with the thumping beats.
"Let's get a drink," Jacklyn shouted over the music, pulling Y/N towards the bar.
Y/N felt the suffocating press of bodies around her and needed a moment to breathe. "I'll be right back," she yelled to Jacklyn, who was already engrossed in conversation with some guy.
She slipped away from the crowd, making her way to the balcony for a cigarette. As she stepped outside, the cool night air provided a brief respite from the chaos inside. She lit her cigarette, the glowing tip briefly illuminating her face.
"Finally, some peace," she muttered to herself, leaning against the railing and looking out over the sea. The waves crashed gently against the shore, a stark contrast to the mayhem behind her.
Finishing her cigarette, she turned to head back inside, and that's when she collided with Felix. His drink splashed all over her expensive dress, the cold liquid seeping through the fabric.
"Watch where you're going!" Y/N snapped, glaring at him as she tried to wipe the drink off her dress.
Felix didn't even bother to apologize. He looked her up and down with a lazy smirk, his eyes lingering on her wet dress. "Maybe YOU should watch where you're standing."
Y/N's anger flared. "You've got to be kidding me. Do you know how much this dress costs?"
"Like I care," Felix retorted, his eyes challenging her. "Maybe next time, don't wear something so impractical to a party."
The tension between them crackled, their mutual disdain clear. Y/N took a step closer, her eyes blazing. "You arrogant prick! You think you can just do whatever you want because you're a football star?"
Felix shrugged, unfazed. "And you're just another spoiled brat who thinks she owns the world. Get over yourself."
Without thinking, Y/N's fist connected with his jaw. Felix stumbled back, surprise flashing in his eyes. She didn't wait for his reaction; she spun on her heel and stormed off, seething with anger and adrenaline.
The party continued in full swing, but Y/N had had enough. She slipped out, the sounds of laughter and music fading behind her as she headed towards the parking lot. As she walked, she spotted a sleek sports car that she recognized from Felix's Instagram. An idea formed in her mind, fueled by anger and recklessness.
Grabbing a nearby rock, she scratched a word into the paint: "Puta." The sound of the rock scraping against the metal was satisfying, a release for her pent-up rage. Satisfied, she dropped the rock and walked away, a sense of vindication warming her.
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Later, Felix headed to his car, his mood darkening as he saw the damage. The word "Puta" was etched into the paint, glaring under the streetlights. He knew instantly who was responsible. Fury coursed through him, but mixed with it was a strange excitement. Y/N had ignited something in him, something he couldn't easily ignore.
As he stood there, staring at the damage, his thoughts raced. This wasn't the end. It was just the beginning.
: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊
