Leonardo Luna was a famous name all over the world. Every corner of the world knew him, knew what he was capable of, knew the corners of his smirk almost as much as himself.
His name was everywhere. Newspapers, news, gossip magazines, among Hollywood figures, social media, fans. His name was whispered regardless of the reason behind it, whether hate, praise, love, envy or admiration, his name always found its way to people's mouth the same a stray dog followed the hand that fed him after long periods of starvation.
So it was a surprise when you β pretty and naive in his eyes β didn't knew who he was.
He would've found it offensive had the fascination hadn't taken place first in his chest. How dare you not know of him? In the best or worst way possible, how dare you not have a single idea of who he was, f recognizing the same face that owned places, papers and people on and off the internet? It was baffling how you had simply looked up at him and excused yourself without a single hint of reaction, as if he was just a normal person you had accidentally bumped into.
He wasn't!
He was Leonardo Luna, player of the prestigious ReAI, striker and part of the 'Team World 5', the 'Scion of Spain'.
How dare you not know him?
Either way, he was going to make sure you knew who he was. You couldn't be left in the dark, after all.