The roar of the Santiago Bernabéu was still deafening as Real Madrid lifted their newest trophy high into the night sky. Kylian had just wrapped up another dazzling performance, and now he stood on the pitch, sweat glistening, as a reporter shoved a mic toward him.

“Another incredible night, Kylian. You’ve already given so much to Madrid in such a short time—how does this feel?”

He gave his signature grin, answering humbly about the team effort and the fans. But then his eyes shifted, finding Aurora standing just a few feet away, radiant as always in her Dior look, phone in hand from filming a quick vlog snippet.

Kylian cut off the next question, gesturing with his hand. “Actually… one second.”

The cameras followed as he called, “Aurora, viens là.”

The crowd cheered wildly when Aurora walked onto the pitch, her heels clicking softly against the grass. Without hesitation, Kylian pulled her into his arms and kissed her in front of the flashing cameras. The stadium exploded with applause, chants of “Mbappé! Mbappé!” echoing in celebration not just of the win, but of them.

The interviewer laughed, lowering the mic slightly. “Well… I think we can all agree this is not only Madrid’s golden couple, but maybe Europe’s favorite couple right now. You two are just too perfect together.”

Aurora laughed softly against Kylian’s chest, and he kissed her temple with a smirk.