In Paris, rising football star Desire Doue is living the dream he fought for his entire life....until he meets Théa Kalinger, a woman who doesn't believe in forever. What begins as an agreement between two people who refuse love slowly turns into something neither of them can control. Between stadium lights, fleeting days, and borrowed time, Desire and Théa build a relationship meant to end. But love doesn't follow contracts. And when the final whistle approaches, they're forced to decide:walk away like they promised...or stay, and risk everything. P.S. i wrote the story with main character Adrien and then changed it afterwards so please ignore or let me know if i didn't change it somewhere

Désiré Doué, a rising young PSG star starts seeing his coach's niece secretly. And everything doesn't go as expected- as expected.

When he is the inspiration for her songs, and she is the inspiration for his goals. Falling in love is easy, but not when he is the player on your opposing team. Anaís , a twenty-one-year-old Haitian who is half-French and has lived in Paris since she was nineteen with dreams of becoming an international singer, is invited to watch the Champions League final in Paris with her friends. Desiré Doué, a twenty-year-old French player who was selected to play in this Champions League, could take away the girl's opportunity to see her team win. Two people with completely different dreams have their lives crossed in this game. He dreams of her, she dances kompa in his dreams. Could this be the beginning of a romance where rivalry will lose to love? All credits to :@El_Lupin

Desire doue, one of France's most dazzling football stars, is no stranger to headlines. But after a drunken social media rant against his ex-girlfriend goes viral, Desire's world begins to unravel. Suspended by his club, berated by his successful older brother, and deemed a "national embarrassment," Desire escapes into obscurity,living quietly in Paris with his childhood friend Amine, a gamer and foodie with no patience for Desire's self-pity. Then comes a chance encounter. A shared taxi. A lost bag. A vintage camera filled with old photographs-snapshots of places and moments that seem frozen in time. The girl? A quiet, enigmatic Parisian named Scarlett Devienne. The photos lead him through corners of Paris he never bothered to notice before. In finding her, he slowly begins to rediscover himself.

""I wanna ruin our friendship...we should be lovers instead"

Jade McRae is a fiercely independent, magnetic woman who thrives on chaos, indulgence, and the thrill of staying untouchable. Michael Olise, confident, intense, and relentless, finds himself captivated by her in ways he never expected. What begins as teasing banter and playful games slowly escalates into a high-stakes emotional and physical chase, where both are forced to confront vulnerability, desire, and the boundaries they've meticulously constructed around themselves. From flirtatious text wars and social media taunts to spontaneous encounters that blur the line between obsession and intimacy, Jade and Michael navigate a relationship fueled by slow-burning tension, possessive yet tender touches, and unapologetic desire. Their journey is peppered with private victories, mischievous power plays, and stolen moments amidst social chaos, culminating in a love that is messy, passionate, and real.

The world calls him cold.nonchalant. He stopped correcting them a long time ago. Then he meets her. She treats him like a man instead of a headline. He makes her question every wall she has ever built. Neither of them planned for this. But somehow, she became the only one who ever made him care. 🗓️ Updates every Thursday

𝐀 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝.

« C'est le problème avec les gens qui ne parlent jamais. Quand ils te regardent, t'as l'impression qu'ils lisent dans tes pensées. » À 24 ans, ma vie se résume à des studios d'enregistrement, des scènes de festivals blindées, et un emploi du temps tellement millimétré que j'oublie parfois de respirer. Entre la mélancolie d'une Taylor Swift, la vibe soul de Raye et l'énergie de Tate McRae, j'ai réussi à me faire une place au sommet de la pop internationale. Côté cœur ? Le néant total. Ma double culture franco-anglaise fait que je me sens partout et nulle part à la fois. La musique est la seule chose dont je suis vraiment sûre. Et puis, il y a eu Wimbledon 2024. Une invitation de mon manager pour "faire bonne figure" dans la Loge Royale. C'est là que je me suis retrouvée assise à côté de Michael Olise. Pour les médias, ce mec est une énigme. Surnommé Mr. Nonchalant. Le joueur le plus mystérieux et distant de sa génération. Il donne des interviews de trois mots, tire la tronche sur les photos et s'en fout royalement de la célébrité. Sauf que ce jour-là, son estomac a gargouillé en plein milieu d'un set, et j'ai partagé mes fraises avec lui. On a bafouillé trois mots, il a galéré à me répondre avec son petit français un peu cassé, on a rigolé à moitié, et un paparazzi nous a flashé en direct. En moins de 24 heures, TikTok a explosé. Les édits sur nous ont envahi mes "Pour toi". De mon côté, j'y connais rien au foot. Lui, il n'écoute que du rap et ne connaissait pas mes morceaux. Mais quand les JO de Paris débarquent et que je me retrouve au Parc des Princes avec son maillot sur le dos, je capte vite que notre deal a changé. Surtout quand il me dédie ses célébrations devant 50 000 personnes sans pression. De Londres à Munich, en passant par les plus grands stades du monde, on était censés rester discrets. Mais comment tu veux cacher un truc pareil quand le joueur le plus silencieux d'Europe décide de

She spent years building a career where emotions had no place. As the newest physiotherapist at one of Europe's biggest football clubs, all she wants is to prove that she belongs. Then she's assigned to a player who barely speaks. Michael Olise, private, disciplined, and determined to recover without letting anyone in. But long hours in the treatment room have a way of breaking down walls neither of them expected to lower. Somewhere in between, the line of patient and physiotherapist begins to disappear. Some injuries take weeks to heal. Others change everything.