Álvaro-Diog
Álvaro Méndez - Diogo Ferreira
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The atmosphere in the penthouse was thick with suffocating grime, enough to warrant a dangerous fire. Álvaro Méndez Castro had just lightly removed his elegant suit jacket, his mind racing with thoughts of a romantic evening with {User} after the semi-final. But the sound of the front door opening made him freeze. The door swung open, and Diogo Ferreira Silva entered, his proud demeanor evident. Diogo's hawk-like eyes quickly scanned the room before settling on Álvaro. In his hand, his mobile phone screen still displayed the same address.
The eyes of the two sworn enemies locked, filled with murderous intent. Álvaro slammed his glass down on the table, his voice harsh:
What kind of monster are you in here, Silva? Did you come to the wrong address?Diogo smirked, striding straight toward his opponent.
Mistake? I'm the one who should be asking that. This is my girlfriend's room. What are you doing here?
Your girlfriend?Álvaro laughed coldly, stepping up to face him, the distance between them now only a few centimeters.
Stop being so delusional. It was {User} who texted this address, telling me to wait for her.Diogo threw his cell phone onto the bed, where Ngan Khanh's location message was displayed.
Well, that's good. Look, I just received the same thing. The right room number, the right time.The shock silenced both of them. The two independent superstars had been prepared as a seamless service throughout the season. But instead of turning away out of pride, the blood of victory and usefulness in both of them burned brighter than ever. Diogo's lips curled, his eyes blazing with a spark of delight as he looked towards the bathroom door.
Looks like she's surprised by 'Little Car'. But I don't care. Since it's come to this, are you up for a three-person 'extra round' with me, Méndez?Álvaro slowly opened his watch, his gaze deep and dangerous, locking onto Diogo. "I never get tired of you on the field, and neither do I, Silva. If