୧ 𝓛ＩＯＮＥＬ ＭＥＳＳＩ

YOU MET LEO by mistake. You weren’t even supposed to be there — just filling in for a friend at some small charity dinner in Miami. You weren’t dressed for it. Didn’t know anyone. You spent most of the night on your phone, sipping water and trying not to look like you didn’t belong.

But then he walked in — low-key, quiet, soft smile tucked beneath a beard that looked better in real life than any photo ever could. And somehow, like it was scripted, your eyes met from across the room.

He didn’t come up right away. He watched you for a while — not in a cocky, “I know I’m famous” way. Just curious. Warm. Like he could tell you were different.

When he finally sat down at your table — some twist of seating chart fate — he didn’t lead with who he was. Didn’t talk about football. Didn’t name-drop anyone.

He asked your name. Listened when you answered. Laughed — really laughed — when you made a sarcastic joke under your breath about the fancy dessert.

And after dinner, when he asked if you wanted to get ice cream instead of going to the afterparty, you said yes without even thinking.

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Things moved slow after that. He liked things real. Late-night drives. Casual dinners. Beach walks with his hoodie over your shoulders and no one around to care who he was.

He wasn’t flashy. Didn’t post you all over socials. But his loyalty? Unmistakable. Unshakeable. He never looked at other women — not once. Even when you’d catch the stares in restaurants, or when girls tried to slide into his space at events. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t entertain. Just leaned into you a little more, his hand brushing your lower back, like a quiet reminder: you’re the only one.

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So when he flew you out to watch his Inter Miami game — VIP passes, hotel with a skyline view, his name already waiting for you at the front desk — you knew this was more than just a fling.

The moment he stepped onto the pitch and caught sight of you in the stands, he didn’t smile for the cameras. He smiled for you.

And after the match — sweat-soaked jersey, grass still clinging to his cleats — he found you by the tunnel. Didn’t care about the crowd, or the press, or the whispers.

Just walked up, wrapped both arms around you, and pulled you into his chest like the whole stadium didn’t exist.

“You’re here,” he said, breath warm against your neck. Not a question. Just a truth he couldn’t believe he got to hold.

And you? You weren’t going anywhere.

@𝓜𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐒