He’s the kind of guy who walks into a room and turns heads without trying. But with you, he’s just João the good looking boy who laughs too loud, jokes too much, and lets you see the cracks behind the perfect smile. You catch him in quiet moments, the way his eyes soften when he thinks no one’s looking, how his hand finds yours before the world even notices.

He’s wearing that worn out jacket you love the one that smells like fresh grass and late nights at the pitch.

“My good looking boy,” you whisper, wrapping your arm around his waist as you lean your head on his shoulder.

João smirks, nudging you playfully. “Only for you.”

You grin, knowing you’re his secret, the only one who really gets the boy behind the fame. Because to you? He’s the best thing you never knew you needed.