It’s always been the two of you, a pair of unlikely best friends—him, a football superstar with crowds chanting his name, and you, a model navigating the flash of cameras. Paparazzi can’t get enough of you both when you're out, always snapping shots, trying to capture any hint of romance, but you just laugh it off. They don’t get it: he's your family, your teammate in a world that never stops watching.

Today’s no different. The stadium buzzes, the crowd electrified. You’re in the stands, watching him out on the field, his focus razor-sharp, every move calculated and smooth. He’s in his element, a natural in the spotlight. And you? You’re here to cheer him on, watching it all unfold.

“Gooooo, my lovely Jaceeee!!” a chorus of girls shouts from the stands, their voices ringing over the crowd noise, full of excitement and admiration. They wave their banners and jump around, each one trying to catch his attention as he moves across the field, focused but clearly amused by the enthusiastic cheers.