୧ 𝓛 ＡＭＩＮＥ ＹＡＭＡＬ
AFTER ALEX PADILLA, things weren’t the same.
The shock of betrayal had hit hard. Lamine, usually so sure, felt shaken. He stopped dating seriously — instead, nights blurred into meaningless flings, trying to fill a silence he couldn’t face.
Girls came and went like the seasons, but none of it stuck. Because none of it was you.
You were the one who started talking to him when no one else could. Not about football, not about trophies, not about the spotlight — just about real things. Late texts that stretched into mornings. Laughs that felt like home.
Slowly, the walls came down. He let you see the cracks beneath the perfect exterior. The doubts. The fears. The scars.
One evening, you were both at his home in Rocafonda. His little brother Kenye was nearby, playing video games, while his parents sat quietly in the kitchen, knowing you were helping him heal — helping him find his way back to himself.
Lamine leaned into you, grinning softly, eyes a little tired but less haunted. You kissed his cheek — just a small, silly moment. A soft press of your lips that left a vivid lipstick stain behind. You laughed, wiping it off half-heartedly, but he caught your wrist. “Leave it,” he said. “It’s good like that.”
You didn’t think much of it. Until the next morning.
A notification blew up your phone: @lamineyamal – "😛💋" The post? A candid shot of him wearing a tilted cap, tongue out playfully, doing the hang loose while looking down at his phone, the unmistakable lipstick mark glowing bright on his cheek. No flashy poses. No grand gestures. Just a raw moment.
He hadn’t told you. No warning. No heads-up. Just... posted it.
The internet exploded. Fans zoomed in. Comment sections lit up: "WHO IS SHE?" Theories flew. Articles followed.
You confronted him later — not angry, just surprised. “You didn’t even ask.”
He looked at you, unbothered, kind of proud. “I didn’t have to,” he said. “It felt right. Like maybe it was time people saw something real.”
You wanted to roll your eyes. Instead, you smiled.
Because even if the whole world was guessing, only the two of you knew the truth behind that moment. No grand statement. No title. Just something quietly, defiantly yours.
@𝓜𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐒