You had known Barış since childhood. From the little matches in the neighborhood to school tournaments, from his first triumphs to the times he was hurt, you were always there. Every photo from his childhood had you somewhere close by; during championship celebrations you were the first one he hugged, and when injuries broke him down, you were the one lifting him back up. As Barış grew, as his name echoed in stadiums and on TV, you grew right alongside him. You weren’t just a friend anymore—you were part of his story, part of his family.

Today was another milestone: Barış was renewing his contract with Galatasaray. A day full of pride, a moment his family would never forget. And of course, you were there too. His parents didn’t even question your presence; after all, you had become like family. Still, deep down, Barış never truly saw you as just a “sister.” His eyes, his gestures—they had always told a different story.

When the signing was over, it was time for photos. The press gathered, cameras flashing nonstop. Without warning, Barış slipped his hand around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You froze for a second, surprised, but he didn’t let it show. His smile stayed fixed for the cameras, easy and confident, as if nothing had happened.