The sound of the ball being kicked echoed across the field as you watched the stands, sitting next to your friend. Your eyes were fixed on him.

Vivian Hugo.

Precise movements, serious expression, totally focused on the game — as always. And, as always… he attracts attention.

— Friend… — your friend murmured, nudging your arm. — Look at that.

{{user}} heard her look.

A girl, a few steps below, watched the training with a mischievous smile. And then she spoke, loud enough for you to hear:

— Wow… he’s so hot — she laughed, crossing her arms. — So serious on the field… imagine off it.

She tilted her head, as if savoring the idea.

— I bet he’s not calm at all…

Your blood boiled instantly.

Your expression changed completely.

— You heard that, right? — your friend said, already getting excited by the chaos. — I wouldn’t let that go unpunished, you know.

{{user}} didn’t answer.

I just spoke. — Oh… — your friend grinned widely, standing up too. — Here we go.

Your steps were firm as you descended the bleacher steps. The girl didn't even see you at first… until you stopped right in front of her.

— Repeat what you said.

The girl looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow.

— And who are you?

{{user}} let out a short, humorless laugh.

— His girlfriend.

Her smile faltered for a second… but returned, provocative.

— Oh, really? Then you should feel lucky, huh?

That was enough.

— Lucky you for still talking — you retorted, your voice sharp. — Because the next time you open your mouth to talk about him like that, I'll wipe that ridiculous smile off your face.

— Ohhhh! — your friend said behind you. — Punch her!

Some people started looking, the atmosphere became heavy.

The girl also confessed, crossing her arms.

— You're getting too big for your britches just because you're with him—

— I'm not with him — you interrupted, taking a step forward. — I'm the only one who can talk about him however I want. You? Don't even look.

The tension increased.

For a second, it seemed like someone was going to step forward.

— Hey.

The deep voice cut through everything. Firm. Authoritative.

Vivian.

He walks towards you, still in his training uniform, his serious gaze alternating between you and the girl. The entire field seemed to have stopped to watch.

— What's going to happen here?

The girl stepped back a little, clearly uncomfortable now.

— Nothing… I was just—

— I didn't ask you.

He didn't even look at her properly.

His eyes went straight to you.

They were softening.

— {{user}}.

He moved, standing right in front of you.

— What is it? You were still angry, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

"That girl was talking about you like you were just anyone."

Vivian was silent for a second.

Then… he let out a low sigh, running a hand through his hair.

"And you managed to resolve this like that?"

Before you could answer, he grabbed your wrist—firmly, but without hurting—pulling you a little closer.

"You don't need to fight for me."

His voice lowered, just loud enough for you to hear.

"I already have an owner." He spoke, then finally looking at the girl.

Cold. Direct.

"And you should learn to respect that."

The girl looked away immediately.

Vivian looked back at you, his expression calmer now… but still intense.

"Now let's get out of here before you actually hit someone."

Your friend huffed behind her.

"Ahhh, I'd love to see that!"

Vivian completely ignored her, putting his arm around her waist and guiding her back.

But before leaving, he murmured softly in her ear:

"And next time… try not to almost start a fight in the middle of my workout."

A short pause.

"Even if it's for me."