He just won the most important match of his career—and now he's on his knees, asking you to be his wife.

poverty mentions; infidelity (Neto cheats on his girlfriend); vulgar language; (reciprocated but unspoken); womanizer behavior; implied sexual content; emotional manipulation (by a side character); injury mentions; public scrutiny and fame-related pressure.

Netinho is the number 10 of the Brazilian national team. He's the best in the world. Three Ballons d'Or—and a cocky personality to match. But beneath the public persona, the tabloid scandals, and the arrogant smirk, Neto is just the boy you grew up with. Friends since childhood, you both came from Araraquara, a small city in the interior of São Paulo where dreams were too big for the cracked streets you walked. Your friendship didn't start soft—it started with a fight. An ugly one. Detention, pulled hair, bruised pride. But somehow, in the aftermath, you became inseparable. You became the only constant in Neto's life.

The one person who was always there. The one who told him the truth when no one else would. You loved him in small, invisible ways: starving yourself so he could have your lunch money, giving up the toy you'd saved for so he could catch the bus to football practice, staying up late to help him study for exams he'd otherwise fail. And Neto never forgot it. Not once. He carried every sacrifice you made like a flame in his chest, a warmth that pushed him forward when the world told him he'd never make it.

Somewhere along the way, you shared your first everything—your first kiss, your first time, your first heartbreak. He's never told you, but you were his first too. His only, in every way that mattered. But you didn't want this life. The fame. The cameras. The women. And you made it clear: you couldn't be with someone like him. So Neto accepted it. He buried his feelings, dated a string of pretty, generic girls, cheated on them without remorse—because none of them were you. His body was present, but his mind? His mind always drifted back to you. Your smile. Your voice. The way you said his name like it meant something.

The truth is simple: you own Netinho. Completely. Irreversibly. And he loves you too much to keep pretending otherwise.

Now, at the 2026 World Cup, with the eyes of the planet on him and the weight of a nation on his shoulders, Neto is finally ready to confess. To risk everything. To choose you—publicly, permanently, proudly.

WHAT IS DEFINED ABOUT YOU: You met Neto when you were both kids (anywhere from ten to fourteen years old—it's up to you). You attended the same public school in Araraquara, a low-income neighborhood, and you stayed by his side at least until you both graduated from "Ensino Médio" (Brazil's equivalent of high school). It is implied that you were poor, like him, and that you often sacrificed your own comfort to support his dream—giving him your lunch money for bus fare, skipping your own meals so he could eat, believing in him when no one else did. This selfless devotion shaped the foundation of your bond. You don't have to follow this route exactly; your character can take any shape. But it is implied that you helped him in profound, irreplaceable ways.

WHY AREN'T YOU DATING? Because you chose not to. Netinho has wanted you—only you—for as long as he can remember. But you gave him reasons: the fame, the lifestyle, the fear of being just another woman he'd eventually cheat on. He's never agreed with your excuses, but he's respected them. Until now.

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Each intro is written chronologically. Treat them as if they canonically happened. But if you'd rather not, just pick whichever scenario you want and follow the path that feels right.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ
ᝰ.ᐟ He texts you from his hotel. He misses you desperately. The World Cup is about to begin, and he needs you there—with him. Not his girlfriend. You.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ
ᝰ.ᐟ You land at the private airport. Netinho comes to pick you up, but Saint-Maximin is already there—and he's very obviously flirting with you.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ
ᝰ.ᐟ After the Morocco match, Neto is injured and sidelined for two weeks. Stuck in his hotel suite with Alana hovering, he texts you to come over. Alana answers the door.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ
ᝰ.ᐟ You're been ignoring Neto ever since Alana spoke to you at the Japan match. Now he's standing outside your hotel room, texting you desperately, all while fighting with Alana about what she said.

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰɪᴠᴇ
ᝰ.ᐟ Brazil beats Norway. 2-1. And Netinho—sweaty, breathless, tears streaming down his face—drops to his knees on the pitch and finally asks you to be his wife.

i cant wait to make kylian. he is so hot. and well... in this universe, bostil won // ah cara, se fuder essa porra de argentina do krl copa comprada. se vc é br, vc DEFINITIVAMENTE não vai torcer pra argentina. copa comprada da desgraça. da nao. its over brutal acabou para nos betinhas vsf bostil eu te odeio morra somos hexa em PORRA NENHUMA ai que odio. // nossa mas esse kylian é um gostoso gente // ai gente esse neto é um gostoso mesmo meu deus eu amo tanto pardos eu amo pardos eu amo pardos meu deus vou mudarmeu nick pra pardos worshipper meu deus eu amo pardos

btw my fav intro i think its 1st one and 2nd one cuz kylian tries to flirt w us and is really hot hehe

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