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Désiré Doué - Paris Saint-Germain v. FC Nantes - Ligue 1
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I donât know if you also write for desire doue but if you donât you can just write this prompt for hector or Marc instead:)
Where he has a secret relationship with the reader (maybe she works for psg/barca) and the reader and him had a fight or something about what they are and they kind of avoid each other for a couple days until there is a charity gala and someone else asks reader (if she works for psg/barca it can be a co-worker) and when she shows up with another man, he gets angry/jealous and after a while of glaring daggers at the man he goes over to them and makes a big deal being very clingy with reader and then takes her up to the rooftop to talk and they FINALLY label their relationship
Sorry if the request is really long đđ
rooftop realizations
pairing: Désiré Doué x reader
summary: the req
warnings: jealousy, arguments, kissing
a/n: that's so creative i love it
It had been three days.
Three painfully long days since your argument with DĂ©sirĂ©. Youâd called him outâasked what you were to each other. His silence had been deafening.
You hadnât spoken since.
Working at PSG meant you couldnât avoid him forever, but heâd done a good job of keeping his distance. Cold glances, short replies, walking out of a room just as you entered. It stung more than youâd expected. Or maybe... more than you were willing to admit.
But tonight wasnât about himâit couldnât be. The annual PSG Charity Gala was too public, too full of eyes and expectations. Youâd said yes when your colleague Matthieu had offered to be your plus-one. He was charming, harmless, and had no clue he was about to be used as emotional armor.
The black dress you wore was elegant, backless, borderline sinfulâand it fit perfectly with the low simmer of chaos brewing inside you.
---
You didnât see DĂ©sirĂ© until later in the evening. But the second you walked in with Matthieuâs arm looped through yours, you felt him.
His eyes found you from across the room, all heat and tension. He was stunning in a sharp midnight-blue suit, lips tight, jaw clenched. You held his gaze longer than you meant to. His eyes dropped to where Matthieuâs hand sat at your waist. When they flicked back to yours, they burned.
You smiled sweetly and turned away.
---
Fifteen minutes later, you caught him againâleaning against the bar, watching. Still. You were trying to focus on Matthieuâs joke when DĂ©sirĂ© appeared beside you, uninvited.
âGood evening,â he said smoothly, though his voice had a razorâs edge.â
DĂ©sirĂ©,â Matthieu said, nodding respectfully.
Désiré ignored him.
Instead, he stepped closer to you. Too close. His fingers brushed your lower back, then stayed there, possessive and deliberate. âCan we talk?â
âIâm a little busy,â you replied, lifting your glass.
âWith him?â he asked, tone sharp.
You raised your eyebrows. âThatâs none of your business, remember?
âHe smirked, though it didnât reach his eyes. âOh, now Iâm not allowed to care?â
Before you could respond, his hand slid around your waist and tugged you gently but firmly toward him. âWeâre done pretending,â he said against your ear, low and furious. âLetâs talk. Now.â
You didnât protest. Not because he was right. But because you wanted this conversation more than you could admit.
---
Rooftop. Cool air. Tense silence.
You stepped away from him the moment you were alone.
âJealous much?â you asked, arms crossed.
He didnât deny it. âYou think itâs easy seeing you with someone else?â
âYou had three days to say something,â you snapped. âYou couldâve come to me. You didnât. So what was I supposed to do, DĂ©sirĂ©? Just keep waiting?â
âI was scared,â he admitted, voice raw now. âScared that if I gave this a name, it would mean more than just sneaking around, or stolen kisses in the physio room, or late nights after practiceâbecause it does mean more.â
You blinked, caught off guard by his honesty.
He stepped closer. âYou matter to me. Not just in secret. Not just behind closed doors. I want thisâyou. In the open. Fully. No more games.â
Your chest tightened, and his fingers reached out, brushing yours. âPlease,â he whispered, âtell me I didnât fuck this up for good.âY
ou stared at him for a long second.
Then you finally breathed, âWhat are we, DĂ©sirĂ©?â
He stepped even closer, cupping your cheek gently. âWeâre real. Thatâs what we are.â
And when he kissed youâslow, aching, certainâit wasnât hidden anymore.
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