It was an understatement to say you were his Kryptonite.

João Felix was ruthless on the pitch. He prided on that - his pure skill and dedication, his stoicism and sportsmanship on the field - he was a football playing machine, no mercy and no weakness. You’ve heard the stories of how he destroyed opponents with no way to truly recover. No one ever truly admitted it yet despite his reserved nature, he was feared.

That same man lay curled up beside you in bed after destroying both himself and everyone on the pitch, his body trembling with exhaustion in your arms. João sleepily whispers sweet nothings in your ears, pressing soft kisses to your skin and tightening his embrace around you, as though trying to meld your body with his.

“I love you, minha estrela, so much,” João mumbles, gazing adoringly into your eyes like you’d hung up the stars for him. He presses another gentle kiss to your forehead, caressing your face with his thumb as his raspy words turn softer, almost pleading, “Please don’t ever leave me, okay?”