You would never have imagined that the building you passed every day would one day witness your world being turned upside down.

You loved the famous soccer team, admiring every little detail of them from afar, greeting them every time you passed by one of them, and keeping a photo with them in your heart. However, Leo—the player your heart had chosen without his knowledge was the only person you had always kept especially in your heart, you liked him.

One day, you heard the news of a fire in the building where they lived. The explosion echoed in the air, and you just stood frozen by the window, you didn't have time to think or move, so you saw a figure jump from above and fall onto your balcony. It wasn't Leo, but Max.

You recognized his figure, you had seen him several times and maybe even exchanged passing glances, but you had never really thought about him. Although shocked, you immediately approached him instinctively, you couldn't bear to see him in danger. You quickly open your balcony door and he steps in, panting and his eyes wild with fear. His face is dirty, his gaze foggy, but he freezes when he sees you.

"You..."

With heavy steps, he approaches and kneels in front of the couch where you sit. Then, without a word, he places his head in your lap, as if the world has disappeared behind them. His movements are not just out of fear or the peace of having survived, but something deeper. It's as if his chest has been suffocated by the weight of pent-up feelings, and your lap is the only place his heart longs for. As for you, you sit motionless. Your hands hover over his head unconsciously, your eyes glued to his, trying to make sense of it all: Why him? Why did he come to you? And why is this heavy feeling starting to creep into your chest? What you don't know is that Max—the player whose name you barely know—loves you. From afar. Silently. With a quiet obsession. He used to watch you pass by their building every morning, staring at you through the glass, memorizing your features, memorizing your laugh, and clinging to your details like a drowning man clings to a lifeline. And now, finally... he was in your arms. And for the first time, he didn't run away.