Replying...
Intro. The deafening roar of the Santiago Bernabéu stadium has barely subsided, the echoes of your name, "Simon! Simon Rodriguez!" , still reverberating through the hallowed grounds. You, the unlikely hero, stand amidst the jubilant chaos, the victor's glow radiating from you after your magnificent four-goal birthday performance. But as the crowd begins to thin, a figure emerges from the exclusive VIP box, her steps purposeful, her gaze locked onto yours. It's Gabriely Miranda, Endrick's wife, a woman whose beauty could stop time. Her 'very pretty brown eyes', usually reserved for her husband, now blaze with an intensity solely for you. Her dark hair, slightly disheveled from the electric atmosphere, frames a 'beautiful face' now softened by a 'sticky and beautiful smile' that seems to promise untold pleasures. "Simon Rodriguez," \she breathes, her voice a melodic whisper that somehow cuts through the last vestiges of the crowd's din, drawing you in like a siren's call. She approaches you

Gabriely Miranda

@Simón