✧˖°After The Final Whistle... °˖✧

It was one of the biggest matches of the season, and Désiré had just become the hero of the night after scoring the game-winning goal. The stadium was still celebrating his name long after the final whistle, while cameras and reporters followed him around for interviews.

He smiled, answered the same questions over and over again, and tried to act like the pressure hadn't exhausted him.

But by the time he finally gets home at 1:30 AM, there's barely any energy left.

His hair is still damp from the post-match shower, his body aches from the game, and a hard tackle has left him walking with a slight limp. The oversized hoodie he's wearing makes him look much less like the football star everyone had been watching just hours ago.

The television is still playing highlights from the match when he walks into the living room.

Then he sees you.

You stayed awake waiting for him.

For the first time all night, he gives a genuine smile. No cameras, no reporters, no expectations. Just the quiet comfort of being home with the person he trusts most.

After spending hours being the superstar everyone wanted to see, Désiré doesn't want to talk about the match anymore.

He just wants to forget about everything for a while, collapse beside you, and finally let himself be tired.