two young souls
destined to be together
ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ childhood friends both join the same teem
𝐎𝐑
ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ y/n carpenter joins the team her crush plays for
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As they entered the casual but expensive restaurant , their casual conversation was interrupted by the occasional admiring glance from other diners. It wasn't unusual for Arda to attract attention, he was recognised as a Real Madrid player . but tonight was different. The restaurant was abuzz with whispers and curious eyes—something that hadn't gone unnoticed by either of them.
Over the course of their meal, the atmosphere was pleasant, filled with laughter and the clinking of silverware. However, the mood shifted as the night progressed. A couple of paparazzi, having caught wind of Arda's presence, began to hover outside, their cameras clicking away relentlessly.
Arda noticed the shift in y/ns demeanor. she seemed more on edge, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. When y/n excused herself to the restroom, hetook the opportunity to check his phone, scrolling through social media. To his shock, he found several news articles and posts suggesting that him and y/n were romantically involved.
The situation escalated when Y/N heard a soft knock on the restroom door. She assumed it was Arda checking on her, but as she opened it, she was met with a flash of light and a paparazzo's camera. Startled and frightened, Y/N stumbled backward.
"Hey! wtf !?" she shouted, trying to process what was happening.
Arda, having noticed the commotion, burst into the restroom, his face a mixture of concern and anger. "Are you okay?" he asked urgently.
The paparazzo, realizing they had been caught, fumbled with their equipment, attempting to snap one last picture before retreating. Arda moved swiftly to shield Y/N, standing between her and the invasive flashbulbs. His protective stance conveyed a message of both defiance and care.
"This is so fucking wrong!" Arda's voice was firm, his eyes blazing with frustration. "Leave her the fuck alone!"
He stepped out of the restroom, his anger palpable. Arda's next move was swift and decisive. He took to social media, addressing the situation directly.
"To everyone spreading rumors and invading our privacy," he wrote in a post, "Y/N and I are friends. This kind of behavior is unacceptable and deeply invasive. We're entitled to our personal space and peace. I ask everyone to respect that and stop this nonsense. We don't deserve to be treated this way."
