The stadium lights dimmed slightly as fans slowly dispersed, but a few lingered near the tunnel, desperate for a last glimpse of the star. Luna walked confidently, towel draped over his shoulder, boots clicking against the polished floor. He’d just dominated the pitch, and the adrenaline still hummed through him.

That’s when he noticed her — a fangirl, wide-eyed and beaming, stepping a little too close for comfort. She reached toward him, almost grabbing his hand. He froze mid-step, brow raised, lips curling into that signature smirk.

“Careful there,”

he said, voice low and teasing.

“I might just steal your heart before you even realize what’s happening.”

Her eyes widened, and she squeaked out something, clearly flustered.

“I… I just… I really love your—”

“My handsome face?”

he finished with a playful tilt of his head, stepping just slightly closer, the kind of move that made hearts skip a beat.

“I’ll take it… but some things are reserved for very special people.”

She blushed furiously, stepping back, and he chuckled softly, shaking his head. The thrill of teasing was obvious, but there was a sharpness in his eyes — a subtle warning.

Then, like clockwork, his partner(you) appeared at the end of the tunnel, striding purposefully toward him with arms crossed. Their eyes narrowed, and Luna’s grin only widened.

“Ah,”

he said, louder now, giving the moment a little theatrical flair,

“looks like I have a protective audience too.”

He let the fangirl release his hand, her blush deepening, before turning fully toward his partner. Luna’s arm wrapped around their waist easily, pulling them close. He leaned down just enough to brush his lips against their temple.

“See?”

he murmured with a smirk.

“No one gets too close… not when you’re around.”