FOOTBALLER MASTERLIST

FOOTBALLER MASTERLIST

Warning!  Fluff, Angst, Smut (18+).

Note: I decided to make a list for all my writings. Hope you like it. I might add more people as I go.

Yours Truly, Bianca🌻

Concepts & Blurbs

Kylian Mbappé

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Virgil Van Dijk

Jude Bellingham

Erling Haaland

Series:

Forever my heart (K.M)

Hello ! The Virgil smut was hot I enjoyed it👌🏾

Could you write some angst and smut next. For example him being jealous and then they make up in bed 🙏🏾

Wildside

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — You make your husband jealous and pay for it

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Virgil Van Dijk x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.7k

Warnings! NSFW! SMUT (18+), size kink, unprotected vaginal sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), rough sex, choking, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, dom!Virgil, sub!reader.

You knew you shouldn't have done it.

You shouldn't have

But you love riling your husband up. Because the consequences were always so delicious.

And now you are paying for it.

"Please, p-please... let me cum." You begged, writhing on the bed beneath his hard, sweaty body.

"No." He grunted, pulling you completely towards him. Body completely covering yours. Making you feel so vulnerable, so small, so safe. "You've been a very naughty little girl. You know I don't like it when you tease me."

"I know, I know..." You whimpered, trying to move your hips against his hand to try and get some relief. But he only slapped your thighs away.

He had you pinned down with his legs and hands, leaving you immobile as he began to circle your clit with his index finger.

"Oh god," You moaned, unable to move or do anything but lay there and take it. The way you always do. "Ohhh fuck!" You could feel the heat building between your legs, your body responding to his touch despite your mind screaming at you to resist. Your breath hitched as he continued his ministrations, sending shivers down your spine. Your thighs quivered and your stomach clenched, your orgasm building. But just as you were about to come, he stopped.

"Nope, not yet." He smirked, standing up and walking to the door. "I'm going to get some water, and when I get back, we're going to have some more fun."

"No, no, no!" You wailed, sitting up on the bed. "Please don't leave me like this. I'll be good!"

"Will you?" He asked, raising one eyebrow. "Will you stop teasing me?"

You nodded frantically. "Yes! I swear, I'll be good! Please!" You were practically begging, knowing that you would do anything for him. Anything.

He smiled and leaned over the bed, running his fingers over your pussy again. "Good. I'll be right back."

And then he walked out of the room, leaving you to sit there, writhing in need.

*********

You knew that it would make him jealous.

You knew that it would make him mad.

But you didn't care.

You wanted to make him jealous. You wanted him to go mad with lust. You wanted to remind him why he married you.

So you did it. You put on the shortest dress you could find. You put on the highest heels you could find. And then you went to the bar for your friend's birthday. He was busy with practice and was supposed to joined you there, so he didn't know what you were going to wear. Boy, was he in for a surprise?

The looks you got from men were good, but they could never compare to your husband. Still, you wanted to stir him up. So you did nothing as the men flirted with you. You could feel their eyes on you as you danced, moving your ass to the music, teasing them.

And then you saw him.

He had finally arrived, standing in the corner of the bar, arms crossed, as he stared at you. You knew you were in trouble, but you couldn't help it. He was so hot. And you loved him. So you did nothing but keep dancing.

He finally stormed over to you, grabbing your elbow gently and dragging you off the dance floor.

"Virgil!" You yelled, laughing, as he dragged you out of the bar. "What are you doing?"

"You know exactly what I'm doing." He said this, stopping at his car and opening the door. "Get in."

"But what about my friends?" You asked, looking back at the bar. Angela was going to be md but you were too excited about getting dicked down to care. She'll recover, but you're not sure if you will after tonight. Besides she missed your birthday last year, now you were even.

"Don't worry about your friends." He grunted, pushing you inside. "They'll be fine. You're coming home with me."

"Okay..." You said, fake frowning but secretly thrilled at the thought of having him all to yourself. You knew you had to play this well. "But-"

"No buts." He said, closing your door and getting in the driver's seat. "You know what you've done, so stop whining and get in."

*********

That's how you found yourself here. Laid out on the bed, thighs shaking in anticipation. And waiting for him to come back. And you knew that when he did, it was over. You were in too deep now, tangled in a dangerous game with no way out. But part of you couldn't help but enjoy the thrill of it all, even as your heart raced with fear.

You were ready. You wanted it. You craved it.

And soon enough, he came back in, a glass of half empty water in one hand. He set it down on the nightstand and sat on the bed, reaching down and grabbing your ankles.

"Open," he ordered, staring at you. You knew what he wanted, so you spread your legs wide, opening them for him.

He leaned down, his tongue swiping across your pussy, making you groan.

"Oh fuck!" You whimpered as he sucked on your clit. "Oh god, baby, please!" You begged, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued. This. This was what you had been waiting for all day. God you couldn't believe how good it felt. You arched your back, pushing your hips up to meet his mouth, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. The room filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet sound of his mouth on your pussy, driving you over the edge.

He didn't stop. He continued to lick at you, lapping up all the cum that was running down your thighs. He licked you until you were squeaky clean, and then he stood up, staring at you with dark eyes.

"Stand up." It took some time for his command to register, your brain foggy from your orgasm. Once he noticed the glassyness of your eyes, he turned back into your soft, loving husband. "Hey, you okay?" He reached out a hand to rub your thigh.

"I...I'm fine." You said, standing up slowly. "What did you say?"

"I told you to stand up." He repeated, tone back to the rough gravel it was before. "Now, come here."

You walked over to him slowly, stopping once you were right in front of him. His arms came around you, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. He kissed you softly, and you could taste yourself on his lips. He pulled away after a moment, looking down at you with a frown.

"You were bad." He said it, his voice low and husky. You were melting on the inside. "You knew you weren't supposed to do that."

You nodded, biting your lip. "I know, I'm sorry. I just wanted to make you jealous."

He smirked and pulled your hair back, making you arch your neck and look up at him. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, forcing them open with his tongue and kissing you. You moaned into his mouth as you tasted yourself on his tongue. His hand slid down between your thighs and rubbed at your pussy, making you gasp. "You taste so good," he groaned. "I want to eat you out all day."

"Please..." you begged, wanting that very much. Very much.

"Not today." He said, pulling away and pushing you to your knees. "Now it's my turn."

You nodded, running your hands over his thighs as he reached down and grabbed his cock. You felt him press against your lips, and you opened, allowing him to slide inside your mouth.His cock was huge. 9 inches of pure perfection. You had trouble taking him all the way into your mouth, but you always tried.

His good girl.

He groaned as you began to lick at his shaft, sliding him in and out of your mouth as you worked him up. You could taste his cum dripping down your chin, making you gag a little. But you didn't stop. You wanted it. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted all of him.

"Fuck yeah, baby girl. That's it. Swallow my cock." He groaned, reaching down and grabbing your hair. You felt him tighten his grip on your hair, and he began to thrust in and out of your mouth. "Good girl, my girl. Fuck yes." He groaned, thrusting deeper into your mouth.

You gagged and moaned around him, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as he fucked your mouth.

"Just like that. That's right." He groaned, thrusting faster. "Oh god, you feel so good. Take it all the way in." He said, thrusting in your mouth again.

You felt him hit the back of your throat, and you gagged, your eyes watering. He didn't stop, though. He continued to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face like he would fuck your pussy. He knew you could take it.

"Take it, baby girl. Take all of it." He groaned, his thrusts becoming faster as he came closer to orgasm.

And then you felt him explode in your mouth, cum filling you and dribbling down your chin.

He pulled out of your mouth slowly and then reached down, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him. You stared up, your eyes watering as you tried to swallow all of his cum. He smirked as you struggled to swallow it all.

"Good girl," he said, smacking his semi-hard cock lightly on your cheek. "That's it. Swallow it all." And then he leaned down and gently kissed your swollen lips. " Now get on the bed and spread your legs for your husband."

You nodded, wiping your chin as you moved to the bed. You laid down, spreading your legs, and stared up at him. Within seconds, he was standing in front of the bed, cocking hard again.

"Open." He said, reaching down and grabbing your thighs.

You spread your legs wider as he reached down and rubbed at your pussy. He leaned forward and pressed his cock against your hole. "Oh fuck, baby girl..." He groaned, pushing inside of you. "You're so tight. And warm. Fuckkkk..." He groaned, bottoming out inside of you.

You felt him fill you completely, and you groaned, feeling him stretch you. The pleasure, the pain. You could never get enough of his cock and the feeling of him inside of you. "Ohhh fuckkk..." You moaned as he began to thrust in and out of you. Holding on to the sheets as he fucked you.

He grabbed your hips and held on as he continued to thrust inside of you, making you scream with pleasure. "Virgil!" You screamed as he bottomed out inside of you, feeling him press against your g-spot.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours as he continued to thrust inside of you, fucking your pussy hard. " You feel so good." He groaned, his tongue slipping between your lips and dancing with your own. "I love fucking you." He moaned, thrusting faster as he brought you closer to orgasm. "I love cumming inside of your tight little cunt." He said this, breaking the kiss and leaning back.

His thrusts became faster and harder, causing the bed to creak as he pounded your cunt.

"You feel so good, baby." He groaned again, reaching down and rubbing at your clit. "Cum for me." He said, his fingers working your little bud expertly. Fuck.

Your thighs began to quiver, and you felt your orgasm building. Within seconds, you were cumming around his cock, screaming his name as you rode out the waves of pleasure. "Virgil!" You screamed, your hips shaking as he continued to thrust inside of you. You were gasping out your moans now, reaching down and digging your nails into his hips as you orgasmed, cumming harder than you had in a while.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours as he kept pounding into you. "Fuck yeah, baby. Come for me. You're mine" He groaned, his tongue slipping into your mouth as you kissed him. He was still thrusting inside of you, making your orgasm last longer.

He was still hard inside of you, not cumming yet. "Mine," he grunted as he thrust inside of you, his hips slamming against yours.

You broke the kiss and screamed out your orgasm, arching your back and pushing your tits into the air. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against your nipples and sucking on them.

"Virgil..." You moaned, your hips shaking as he fucked you. "I can't take it. Please!" You begged, grabbing his hips and digging your nails in.

"Good girl." He groaned, thrusting into you again. "Take it, baby. Take it all." He groaned, fucking you harder. "Say you're mine. Come on!" He said, thrusting harder as he reached down and rubbed your clit again.

And then you were cumming again, screaming his name as you rode out the waves of pleasure. Your orgasm was stronger this time, your whole body was shaking as your pussy squeezed his cock.

"Virgil!" You screamed, digging your nails into his hips as you cummed around him. "I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours..." You moaned, feeling his lips against your nipple.

He pulled out of you suddenly and leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours. "That's it, baby." He groaned, thrusting his tongue into your mouth as he leaned down.

In one sudden movement, he had you on your knees, thrusting his cock back into your hole. "Oh fuck!" You screamed, feeling him fill you completely. "I can't! No more!" you screamed as he began to pound into you.

He leaned forward and grabbed your tits, pinching your nipples and making you moan. "Yes, you can." He growled, thrusting into you harder. "I want you to cum for me again."

His thrusts became harder and faster as he pounded into you. Your pussy was stretched wide around him as he fucked you, causing you to moan louder.

"Fuckkkkk!" He groaned as you tightened around him. "I'm gonna cum. Ohhh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

He leaned forward and pressed his lips against your back as he began to thrust faster. His thrusts were powerful and hard, causing you to scream with pleasure. You could feel his cock pulse inside of you as he fucked you. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming, baby!" He shouted, pounding into you harder. "Cum for me, my love. Come on!" He growled, his hands tightening on your hips as he began to cum.

He thrust one more time before cumming deep inside of you, causing you to cry in pleasure. You tightened around him, milking his cock for all the cum he would give. One last time.

And then he collapsed on top of you, his arms coming around you as he pulled you against him. His cock was still hard and inside of you as he placed gentle kisses on your back. "Fuck, baby." He breathed, licking the sweat from your skin. "That was amazing." He sighed, nuzzling his face against your neck.

You smiled, feeling him wrap his arms around you even tighter. "Mhhm."

"Next time you feel like being a brat," he said, nipping at your ear. "Remind me of this. Because it was very satisfying."

You giggled and wrapped your legs around his waist. "Oh, I will, baby." You said you were wiggling your hips. "Oh, I will."

He chuckled and rolled over, laying next to you. "I love you." He said this, running his hand over your stomach.

You smiled and leaned up, pressing your lips against his. "I love you too." You said, snuggling in close to him. And then he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a spoon position as he held you close.

And that's how you fell asleep—his arms wrapped around you and his cock still inside of you. Your mind foggy, and your body sore.

And you knew it was only just beginning. After all, he wasn't done with you yet. And you knew you wouldn't be done for a while. But you were ready.

You were his good girl. His wife.

And his toy.

And you loved it that way.

-Bianca🌻

Erling Haaland

Fluff 💕 Angst ☠️ Smut (18+) 💦

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Reconnecting💦💕

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love love LOVE thew writing with kyky and erl

A/N Aw! Thank you so much. It means a lot to hear that. I'm still pretty new to publishing my writing so this is a huge compliment. 💛😊

-Bianca🌻

Heyy could you do a Kylian Mbappé Imagine where they have a argument and don't talk to each other for a few days but with a happy ending?

Together, Always

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kylian has been neglecting you for a while and you've finally had enough.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — boyfriend!Kylian Mbappé x you

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 2.7k

Warnings! ANGST, relationship problems, fighting, arguments, fluff, soft Kylian, sad Kylian, sad reader

It's been three days.

Three days since you've seen him. Three days since you had last talked. And three days since the huge argument that had resulted in you storming out of the flat, leaving him behind in a flurry of angry tears and broken promises.

You had never really argued with him before, not like this at least. You've had plenty of disagreements before, of course, but they were always just silly little things. This was different, this was about the heart of your relationship and the future of your life together.

When you had first met Kylian, back when he was still playing for Monaco, he had been so into you. He would call you up every day, take you out on romantic dates and hold your hand everywhere. And then he had signed with PSG and everything had changed. He had been too busy to go out on dates, too busy to spend time with you, too busy to do anything other than play football and go home.

And that had been okay for a while, you'd understood. You'd been happy to support him in his career, even if it meant that you didn't get as much time together. You'd tell yourself that it would be worth it in the long run, when he'd get more time off and you could spend it together. But it never happened, he just kept training and playing and going away on tours with the team, and you were been left behind.

You'd tried talking to him, you'd tried being understanding and supportive. But it just felt like he wasn't hearing you, like he was just humouring you until he could get back to his game. And eventually you'd snapped.

You stand in the living room, arms crossed, voice tight with frustration. "I don't understand why you can't see my point of view, Kylian."

Kylian, pacing back and forth, runs a hand down his face. "It's not that I don't see it. I just think you're overreacting. It was just one night out with the guys."

You shake your head, feeling disappointment again. You were so tired. Tired of being the only one to fight for this relationship. Tired of being the only one who cared. "It's not just about the night out. It's about every night. You said we would spend more time together, but you're always busy. I barely see you."

Kylian stops pacing, his eyes meeting yours, swimming in guilt. "I'm doing my best, but my career demands a lot. You knew this when we got together."

"That doesn't mean I should always come second," you reply, voice cracking slightly. "I just want to feel important to you."

He sighs, stepping closer but not reaching out. "You are important to me. But this is my dream, and it's not something I can just put on hold."

Your heart aches, and the room feels suffocating. "You know what, I think I'll stay at Sophie's place for a few days." You knew you shouldn't do this. Run away. You should talk about it. Get him to understand. But right now the room felt too small, he was too close, and you felt like you couldn't breathe.

So you're running.

Kylian frowns, reaching out to you, but you take a step back. "Baby, come on, don't do that. We can work through this."

You look up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. "No, we can't. You don't want to."

You'd never seen him look so crestfallen. And you'd never felt so brokenhearted. But you'd done what you had to do. You'd needed space, needed to think and figure out if you even wanted to continue in this relationship. You knew without a doubt you still love him. Just as much as the first time you said it, if not more. But did he.

With the way he's been acting lately, you weren't so sure.

It feels like you're fighting a losing battle. And that was why you needed to take a step back, and try and figure out what you should do. Even if it felt like your heart was breaking.

He doesn't say another word as you make your way to the bedroom, nothing as you pack up your suitcase, nothing as you grab your car keys.

He doesn't say anything.

He just stands there, arms crossed, looking utterly defeated. You pause for a moment, feeling your resolve slip slightly. But you remind yourself why you're doing this, why you need to do this, and you turn and walk out the door. Closing it firmly behind you.

*********

The days since then had been quiet.

You've barely slept or eaten, and your mind had been a jumbled mess of conflicting thoughts. you can't help but wonder what he's doing. Is he still training? Is he missing you? Is he thinking about you? Do you even matter to him?

You push the thoughts away as best you can, trying to piece everything together, and get yourself under control. And you realised, you had no idea what to do. You wanted Kylian, you loved him so much. But he made it so hard for you to stay, to continue loving him.

You wanted him to be there for you, to care for you, to love you in return. But he made it so hard to feel like you were a priority.

It feels like you're in a nightmare.

How does someone get over the love of their life? Did you even want to.

Kylian is also trying to deal with the absence, though he is hiding his feelings well. He immerses himself in the matches and the training, hoping it will distract him from the void left by your departure. But it doesn't. Your absence is like a gaping hole in his life that he can't seem to fill, no matter how hard he tries.

The time without you feels like a lifetime, and it's the longest time you've been apart since you met. It's been a while since he's felt this lonely , this empty. He misses the way you always made him feel. The way you made him laugh, the way you made him feel so alive.

But more than anything, he misses the warmth of your touch. The softness of your skin. The way he could bury himself in your neck and feel safe. The way you could make everything seem alright. The way you could make all his problems disappear.

And now that's been taken away.

He misses it all so much, it physically hurts. His stomach twists with guilt and regret and longing. He wants you back, he needs you back. He hates that you're gone. Hates that he doesn't get to wake up beside you and fall asleep in your arms.

But he knows why you left, he can't blame you. He's been awful. He's been so focused on the football, on making it to the top, he hasn't made any effort with you. And it's not fair.

You deserve more than he's been giving you. And he wants to change that. Wants to be better for you, wants to try harder.

He wants to make things right. To make it up to you. And he will.

As much as he hates you being away, he knows it's for the best. You need the space and time to figure things out. And he needs to figure it out for himself too. Needs to learn how to be better for you.

He hopes that you'll forgive him, that you'll take him back and that you'll be willing to give him another chance. Because he wants one. He wants to prove himself to you.

*********

It's late evening when you receive his text. The first one in three days.

Your phone buzzes with the message, and your heart skips a beat. You take a deep breath, before opening the text app, and reading his message.

“Hey. I miss you.”

You let out a small gasp, feeling a lump form in your throat. It's such a simple message, but it feels like the most precious thing in the world. Your hands shake slightly as you type out a response.

“I miss you too.”

He sends another text immediately after.

“I'm sorry.”

You swallow hard, your heart jumping slightly at the message. It's the first time he's said it. The first time he's apologised. It's not enough. You want more. You want to feel wanted. You want to tell you that you're his priority.

“I know,” you reply, deciding not to make the first move until he does. You want him groveling for your forgiveness.

There's another pause before he sends another text.

“Do you want to come over? Talk things through?”

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if this is the right time. Wondering if you're ready to go back. To see him. But you need to know where you stand with him. Need to know if there's any hope for your relationship. And maybe, maybe it's time for you to be a bit softer. To make things easier for him. To let him show you he cares.

“Okay.”

You watch the three dots appear as he types out a message, before disappearing.

“See you soon.”

Three little words but they make your heart soar. You let out a deep breath, your nerves fluttering in your belly. You've never felt so anxious before. So unsure of the future.

What happens next? Do you stay together, or do you break up. Do you forgive him, or do you move on?

The answer lies with Kylian.

You can't help but wonder what he's going to say, what he's going to do. You're desperate for him to tell you that you're his priority. That he needs you. That he wants to try. That he regrets letting you go.

You want to hear that you're his everything.

And you want him to show it to you. Want him to prove it. Want him to be there for you. To support you. To love you. You hope that he does. Hope that he means it when he says he's sorry. Hope that he's ready to make amends.

Hope that he's ready to try.

You pull up to the flat, your stomach filled with butterflies. You haven't seen him in three days, and you're so nervous. But you know you have to do this. You check yourself in the mirror, making sure you're perfect, and then get out of the car.

The elevator is slow, but you're grateful for it. You need the time to prepare yourself. You take deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart.

You're ready for this. Ready for anything.

When you step out of the elevator, he's already standing in front of the door. You feel your breath hitch as you see him. He looks different than he did last time. His eyes are red and his skin is paler. He looks tired.

He looks like hell.

You feel the urge to run to him, to jump into his arms and never let go. But you hold yourself back, waiting for him to make the first move.

He steps forward, “Hey.”

“Hey.”

The conversation feels strained, the air thick with emotion. You both know what's at stake, and you're both scared. You're scared of losing him. And he's scared of losing you.

He steps closer towards you, and you step back slightly. He pauses, looking at you sadly. “Do you want to come in?”

You nod, following him into the apartment. Your heart pounds in your ears, and your stomach twists with anxiety. You've never felt this nervous before. This scared. But you know you have to do this. You have to talk.

The living room feels small and empty, devoid of life. It feels like a tomb, and you want to run from it. Run from the tension and the pain that hangs in the air. But you know you can't. Not yet.

Kylian gestures for you to sit down, but you shake your head. “No, I'll stand.” Just in case you need to run again.

He nods, stading at a safe distance from you. “So…” he starts. “I don't know where to start.”

You take a deep breath, knowing that this is it. This is the moment you've been waiting for. “Just say whatever you need to say.”

He nods, running a hand down his face, stepping closer to you. “Okay.” He pauses for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. “First of all, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I haven't been there for you. Sorry that I haven't been making enough effort. I know I've been focusing on my career, and I shouldn't have let it come between us. But it's not because I don't want to be with you. You're everything to me. You're my priority.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words, feeling a lump form in your throat. It's everything you've ever wanted to hear. Everything you've ever dreamed of. But you can't let him off so easily. You have to make him work for it. “How do I know you'll follow through on that? How do I know you'll actually make an effort?”

He smiles sadly at you, reaching out to grab your hands, thumbs caressing the back of them. “I don't expect you to trust me immediately. I've let you down before, and I don't expect you to forget that. But I'll prove it to you, I promise. I'll do everything I can to show you that I want this. That I want us.”

You feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your heart softening slightly. You want to believe him, you really do. But you're scared. Scared that he's just saying this to get you back. Scared that he doesn't mean it.

You look up at him, your voice breaking. “I want it too. But I need to know it's real.”

He steps closer, pulling you into his arms. “It is.”

You feel yourself melt against him, your heart beating rapidly. It feels good to be in his arms again. Too good. He holds you close, stroking your hair and back. “I love you.”

You feel tears roll down your cheeks, and you let out a small sob. “I love you too.” You sniffle slightly, looking up at him. He smiles softly at you, cupping your face. You smile back at him. Maybe this will work after all. Maybe he'll actually try. “I missed you,” you admit.

He pulls you closer, kissing your forehead. “I missed you too.”

You stand there for a moment, holding each other tightly. Feeling the love between you. And you know that this isn't over. This is just the beginning.

“Baby, I'm sorry." He apologizes again. "I was selfish and I didn't realize how much my behavior was hurting you. You deserve better than that. These past few days without you were horrible. I don't ever want to experience that again.”

You feel your chest tighten slightly at his words, and you pull back slightly to look up at him. “I do. But I know that you're busy, and that your career is important. It's just hard sometimes when you don't seem to have any time for me.” You smile sadly at him, cupping his face. " And I'm sorry too. I should have communicated my feelings sooner. I was so caught up in being hurt, I forgot to let you in.”

He nods, eyes soft and full of love as he looks down at you. “I promise I'll be the man worth your love. Just promise me if you feel bad you'll tell me right away.”

You nod in agreement, leaning up to kiss him. "I love you." you whisper against his lips.

"I love you too. " He pulls you back into his arms, and you know that things are going to be okay. You'll still fight, you'll still struggle. But it'll be together. And that's all that matters. You lean your head against his chest, holding him tightly. Knowing that this is where you belong.

In his arms. With him. Forever.

You seal your promise with a kiss and know that no matter what comes next, you're ready for it. As long as you're together.

-Bianca🌻

Prologue

Kylian

It is as if his name is the word written in a beautiful motif across my sorry heart, with every precious beat another inscribed in his hand. 

For so long—too long—I could not see it, as one cannot see her heart, but now I know with as much surety as though I hold my bloody, still-pulsing heart in my hands that it is so. It is you. It has always, will always be you.

Forever my heart.