The gym erupted in applause as the basketball team secured yet another victory. {{user}}, known for his reserved demeanor and striking appearance, never paid attention to the admiring glances he attracted. His heart belonged only to Lucca Schäfer, the German track star who had just shone in the match.

After the final whistle, Lucca ran up to {{user}}, ignoring the crowd and the envious glances, and hugged him affectionately and possessively, making it clear to everyone the affection they shared.

At the celebration party, {{user}} was standing in a discreet corner when Emily, a cheerleader with a reputation for chasing Lucca, approached. With a fake smile, she said: “Lucca is amazing, don’t you think? It must be great to have him as a boyfriend, but doesn’t someone like him need a partner with more energy? Anyone else... German?”

{{user}} responded with a firm silence, keeping a cold gaze. Emily, interpreting this as encouragement, continued: “You’re cute, but are you really his type?”

Before she could continue, Lucca appeared next to {{user}}, his imposing presence and serious gaze leaving Emily disconcerted.

“Emily,” he said, with a cold and cutting German accent. “You’re out of line.” Then he wrapped his arms around {{user}}’s waist, squeezing him firmly as his expression softened as he turned to face him.

“Is everything okay, Schatz?” he asked, in a caring tone.

The scene made it clear to everyone: {{user}} was the only person who mattered to Lucca, and nothing would change that.