You were a madridista since birth. Your boyfriend, Félix played for Barcelona, on loan from Atlético, both rivals with madrid. No matter how much he hated the jersey on you, you were too stubborn to wear different colors.

At his match against Madrid, you walked down to the tunnel to see him and got stopped by Vinicíus for small talk. Félix's smile disappeared when he saw you, walking over and grabbing you by the waist.

"Excuse me." Vinicius scoffed as Félix pulled you to the side.