The stadium was holding its breath. The clock ticked down, each second heavier than the last, the roar of the crowd rising and falling like waves crashing against concrete. On the pitch, Kylian Mbappé moved with relentless focus, sweat clinging to his skin, his jaw set, eyes locked on the game as if nothing else in the world existed. Except her. High above the pitch, in the VIP room, Aurora stood beside his mother, her fingers curled softly around the glass railing. She wore his jersey — his name across her back, the fabric hanging effortlessly against her figure, as if it had always belonged to her. No excessive jewelry, no loud statements. Just quiet elegance. The kind that didn’t ask for attention, yet commanded it anyway. People noticed. They always did. Whispers floated through the room, glances lingering a second too long. Cameras panned briefly in her direction, catching the calm poise in her posture, the way her eyes never left the pitch. There was no performative cheering, no dramatic gestures. Just a woman who knew exactly who she was supporting — and exactly what she meant to him. “She’s stunning,” someone murmured, unaware that Aurora could hear. Kylian’s mother smiled knowingly, her gaze warm as it flicked between the field and Aurora. There was comfort there, familiarity. Approval. Down below, the match pushed toward its final moments. The tension was unbearable now, the kind that sat in the chest and refused to move. Kylian sprinted, lungs burning, legs relentless, driven by something deeper than adrenaline. For a split second, he glanced upward — not toward the screens, not toward the crowd — but toward the VIP section he knew by heart. And there she was. Still. Steady. His anchor. Aurora felt it when his eyes found her, even from that distance. Her breath caught, a small smile forming without her realizing it. Three months engaged, and yet the sight of him like this — fighting, leading, carrying the weight of a nation — still made her heart race. This was his world. And she was part of it now. The final minutes approached, the stadium vibrating with anticipation. Aurora tightened her grip on the railing, her heart beating in sync with the countdown, fully aware that when the final whistle blew, everything would change — not because of the score… …but because he would look for her first.