𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. ❞ - Bachira has always been scraped knees and dirtied bandages, he's never been gentle, and he doesn't know how to hold his tongue. His idea of love has always been derived from blaring television screens, always a man handling a woman as if her waist was the perfect mold for his prying hands. Bright red lipstick and smudged mascara, smoothed out suit and cologne. But never, ever, has it ever been between two scathed boys and a soccer ball. # 𝐨𝐫 - Bachira has only ever thought of female peers or western celebrities romantically, when something flips that switch and his heart starts to beat around you: he knows something is wrong. Both of you are teammates, no, no, both of you are men. 🖇️ M!readerAll Rights Reserved
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