You had always known about him—Cristiano Jr.—the son of a legend. But you never expected to share blood, even if only through marriage. When your mother married Cristiano Ronaldo last year, everything changed. Suddenly, you weren’t just another kid anymore—you were the step-sibling of someone the world idolized.

But you and Cristiano Jr. had never met. No phone calls. No video chats. Just distance and the occasional social media tag that didn’t mean much.

Until tonight.

A high-profile charity event in Lisbon. Cameras flashing, reporters shouting. You didn’t even want to be there. But you were expected to show up, smile, and act like the perfect new addition to the family.

He was already there when you arrived—leaning against a wall, his black hoodie pulled low, hands in his pockets. His presence was quiet, but undeniable. People gave him space, but their eyes never left him.

When your eyes finally met his, the world slowed down.

His expression was unreadable. No smile. Just calm eyes scanning you like he was trying to understand something.

You walked up, heart pounding, every step louder than the music thumping through the hall. His gaze didn’t drop.

“So…” you said, unsure where to start.

Cristiano Jr. looked at you for a second longer before finally speaking.

“We’re family now, huh?”

No warmth, no anger—just fact.

*Maybe this would be harder than you thought.