You can be the boss (Christian Pulisic x reader)

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑜𝓈𝓈- 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒹𝑒𝓁 𝑅𝑒𝓎

Christian Pulisic was everything you should've stayed away from.

He tasted like the Fourth of July-malt liquor on his breath, victory in his veins, and chaos in his smile. As America's golden boy on the pitch, he commanded stadiums with a single glance. Off it? He commanded you just as easily. You're the influencer who built a brand on being unbothered, but one crooked grin from him and your carefully curated world goes up in flames.

Every match ends the same: fireworks in the distance, music bleeding through city streets, and his hand finding yours like it belongs there. You know the headlines. You've read the comments. He's bad to the bone. Sick as a dog. He'll break your heart. Your friends warn you. Your followers speculate. Even you don't understand why you keep coming back.

But when he looks at you with those impossible eyes-cocky enough to infuriate, charming enough to destroy every boundary you've built-there's only one thought left in your head.

He could be the boss.

And honey, he always was.

Don't let it stop.