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Red Card Romance
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  • Reads 629
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  • Parts 19
  • Time 1h 17m
Complete, First published May 20
Love doesn't play fair. Neither does he.

Tristi never meant to spill her matcha on campus' golden boy, Pedri González. She definitely didn't plan to get drunk, cry in his arms, or start crushing on the football player with more emotional walls than a fortress.

But life has a funny way of turning red flags into love stories.

He's moody, distant, and painfully hot. She's awkward, stubborn, and trying her best not to fall any deeper. When cold shoulders turn to stolen glances and late-night regrets turn into feelings they both swore they didn't want-everything starts to feel like a foul play.

He's trying to stay away. She's trying not to care.
But the heart? The heart breaks every rule.

Enemies. Tension. A love that shouldn't happen.
Welcome to the most dangerous game: falling for each other.
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Anika and Pedri have never gotten along. She, the younger sister of the best friend and teammate of the talented midfielder of Barcelona-has always seen him as arrogant, conceited, too full of himself. He, on the other hand, has always considered her an annoying presence, the classic nosy little sister, too curious and incapable of staying in her place. And yet, despite the sarcasm, the sharp glances, and the tension-filled silences, the two often found themselves sharing the same spaces, the same dinners, the same summers. The fault-or perhaps the merit-of their families, so close, so intertwined that avoiding each other became impossible. Years later, they've grown up. They're no longer those kids who exchanged poisonous remarks among friends. And yet, that mutual dislike has never truly faded... or so they think. Something has changed. Maybe one glance or too many, maybe a moment stolen in the night. The hate-the real kind-has mixed with the most irrational kind of passion. And now, between fiery clashes and nights charged with desire, Anika and Pedri will have to face a feeling they never saw coming. Because sometimes, love is born exactly where you least expect it: in the heart of the storm.