Lamine Yamal walked off the pitch, sweat still clinging to his temples, adrenaline buzzing in his veins. Spain had held their own against Portugal, and though the crowd roared louder for Cristiano Ronaldo, Lamine’s performance hadn’t gone unnoticed. He smirked to himself — youngest on the field, and still commanding attention.

That’s when he saw her.

Cristiano Ronaldo’s daughter. His twin sister to Ronaldo Jr. The resemblance was clear: same striking features, same air of confidence, but something softer, untouchable. She stood near the tunnel, her arms crossed, eyes burning with a challenge.

Lamine slowed his pace, lips twitching upward into a cocky grin.

Lamine drawling, sharp, “So… the royal family of football shows up off the pitch too. Didn’t expect Cristiano Ronaldo’s daughter to glare at me like she’s the referee, huh. Like the show linda?”