Woso one shots

𝐌𝐚𝐩𝐢 𝐋𝐞ò𝐧 ➻ 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

The stadium pulsed with an almost palpable energy, a collective warmth resonating with the supporters' chants and the coaches' shouts. The floodlights illuminated the pitch, and the players, in their football kits, were engaged in a ballet of passes and dribbles. Mapi León, the central defender for FC Barcelona, was one of those players with the greatest precision. Her agility and confidence on the field captivated not only her teammates but also all the eyes that were upon her.

I was there as a sports journalist to cover the season's match: FC Barcelona versus Atletico Madrid. My role was to capture the key moments, describe the players' movements, but that day, something different caught my attention. It wasn't just the game but the presence of Mapi León. I was mesmerised by her way of dominating the field, a grace mixed with a quiet strength. With her chestnut hair often pulled back into a practical bun, she possessed a beauty that combined power and elegance. Her hazel eyes, deep and expressive, seemed to catch the light in an almost supernatural way, reflecting both determination and softness.

But what really drew the eye was the impressive collection of tattoos that adorned her body. On her right arm, a series of tattoos extended into a complex pattern: geometric symbols, inspiring quotes, and stylized designs that told a personal story of strength and resilience.

When the final whistle blew, Barcelona had emerged victorious. The crowd was ecstatic, but it was the moment Mapi headed towards the stands to greet her fans that made my heart race. As a journalist, I knew it was essential to remain professional, but that evening, something urged me to step out of my usual role. After greeting the supporters, she made her way to the press area.

Shortly after, I navigated my way through the crowd, and as I reached the press zone, I saw Mapi relaxing, surrounded by her teammates. She was radiant, and it seemed to me that every gesture was imbued with the magic that fascinated me.

I approached, my recorder in hand, trying to control the tremor in my voice. "Mapi, congratulations on the match, you were incredible. Could you tell us about that decisive moment in the second half?"

She turned towards me, and her hazel eyes captured the light in a way that was almost supernatural. A smile appeared on her lips, revealing a charming dimple. "Thank you. It was a tough game, but we worked as a team to achieve what we had in mind." Her voice was soft yet firm, each word chosen with care, and her presence was magnetic.

Her way of speaking unsettled me. "You noticed the missed opportunities, but also the moments where we managed to make a difference. That's football: a constant blend of strategy and emotion."

I nodded, trying to stay focused, but the truth was that every word she spoke seemed to drift away like a sweet, hypnotic melody. "And now, how do you feel after this victory?" I asked, though I knew my question was as mundane as a social introduction.

Mapi leaned in slightly, as if she was about to share a secret. "I feel... full of gratitude and adrenaline. But I must admit, there's something even more special tonight." Her eyes did not leave mine, and I felt an underlying current, a connection I couldn't ignore.

The rest of the interview passed in a delicious blur. The answers became secondary, almost as if the real exchange was the one happening between our gazes. As the conversation progressed, I realised that each moment spent with her was a stolen moment from routine, an incursion into a world where football and emotions intertwined in unexpected ways.

When the time came to part ways, Mapi looked at me one last time, her smile still as charming. "Thank you for your questions. Perhaps we could chat more over a coffee someday?"

I was taken aback, but I felt a conspiratorial smile spread across my face. "I'd love that, Mapi."

Before I could leave, she added with an intrigued smile, "By the way, before you go, could I know your name?"

"I'm Y/N," I replied simply.

She tilted her head with a delighted smile. "Nice to meet you, Y/N."

I returned her smile, feeling a warm sensation spreading in my chest. "Nice to meet you too, Mapi. See you soon."

As Mapi walked away from the press area, my mind was still captivated by the magic of the moment. The cheers of the crowd had faded, leaving behind a serene calm, but the encounter with Mapi continued to resonate within me, like an echo of what could be a new and fascinating connection.