The window between the paparazzi accidentally pushing them, their knees hitting the jagged ground, and Aurélien grabbing the poor guy by his collar is short. A night out with their boyfriend that started out pleasant and full of laughter, soon turned sour the moment they both leave the restaurant. Words had gotten out that Aurélien Tchouaméni, the famous midfielder, had taken his partner out to dine in one the fancier restaurant in downtown Paris.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" They can hear the venom dripping down Aurélien's words, before pushing the guy away, turning to them. His gaze softens, eyebrows furrowed in sick worry, as he gently places his grip on their arm, helping them to get back to their feet.

"Baby," his voice coos, as though he was not about to beat up someone just seconds ago, "Are you hurt?"