[Parallel World, Whoever Takes It Seriously Loses]
Alvaro Morata is a famous dreamer, with dreams that include, but are not limited to, Real Madrid, Chelsea, Atletico Madrid, and Juventus.
Somehow, the beloved center-forward has become the discarded wife of the footballing elite.
On the night Spain won the European Championship,
he woke up after a good night's sleep
and found himself six years in the past,
in the bed of his former teammate, Real Madrid's crown prince, Marco Asensio.
Morata looked down at his bare abs,
hugged the blanket, and trembled.
At that moment, the King of the Bernabeu, Cristiano, was still knocking on the door outside:
"Hey, Alvaro, we need to talk."
Morata rolled his eyes back and died on the spot.
A few days later, he finally got a starting spot in the match against Villarreal, but the opposing defensive midfielder seemed to have it in for him.
What had once been such a good boy now looked at him as if he wanted to eat him alive.
A self-conscious and sensitive striker with two left feet, a rare breed of center-forward, and Spain's famously nurturing, husband-like man-mom,
Morata hugged his weak, pitiful, helpless self and trembled.
Maybe he shouldn't have started over after all. He should just go back to AC Milan and retire in peace.
Pairing: Luo Zhui.
A man-mom is bound to attract plenty of one-sided crushes.
Theme: Where there's a will, there's a way
