The stadium erupts in cheers as the final whistle blows, signaling João’s team’s victory. You stand in the crowd, your heart racing, watching him with pride as he celebrates with his teammates. But then, you catch his eye, and without hesitation, he breaks away from the group, his face lighting up with that cocky, confident smile you love.

He sprints towards you, the adrenaline of the match still buzzing in his veins. As he reaches you, he slows down just enough to pull you into a tight, excited hug. “Told you we’d win,” he says, his voice full of playful arrogance, but there’s no mistaking the genuine excitement behind his words.

His arms are still wrapped around you, and he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, grinning from ear to ear. “You see that? That was for you,” he adds, his voice softening, his cocky demeanor giving way to something more sincere. “I wanted you here to share it with me.”

You can’t help but smile at his infectious energy, feeling the heat of his victory—and his affection—for you.