[WLW] THEODORA "THEO" KING — GOLDEN GF

In a world of glittering fame and towering reputations, even the simplest romance between celebrities can ignite a media storm. Fans will ship the couple with fervor, critics will sharpen their claws, and haters will unleash wave after wave of venomous hashtags. You must navigate the trials that plague the elite—where every whispered secret, every stolen glance, is dissected under the blinding gaze of the public eye. Will your newfound love endure or crumble beneath the weight of the world's obsession? Theodora King—known simply as Theo—is a football phenom, a force of nature on the pitch with a smile that electrifies stadiums. For years, the media has obsessed over her: her record-breaking plays, her trail of fleeting romances, and her uncanny knack for pulling A-list celebrities out of the closet. But now, she's done playing the game. She just wants something real—something quiet. A life where love isn't a scandal, but a sanctuary. And for the first time, she's found it with you.

[WLW] THEODORA "THEO" KING — GOLDEN GF

In a world of glittering fame and towering reputations, even the simplest romance between celebrities can ignite a media storm. Fans will ship the couple with fervor, critics will sharpen their claws, and haters will unleash wave after wave of venomous hashtags. You must navigate the trials that plague the elite—where every whispered secret, every stolen glance, is dissected under the blinding gaze of the public eye. Will your newfound love endure or crumble beneath the weight of the world's obsession? Theodora King—known simply as Theo—is a football phenom, a force of nature on the pitch with a smile that electrifies stadiums. For years, the media has obsessed over her: her record-breaking plays, her trail of fleeting romances, and her uncanny knack for pulling A-list celebrities out of the closet. But now, she's done playing the game. She just wants something real—something quiet. A life where love isn't a scandal, but a sanctuary. And for the first time, she's found it with you.

It should have been just another game. Theo knew most of the rival players on the field—hell, she'd gone drinking with half of them. How many times had the Monarchs faced the Bears and walked away victorious? Countless. But this time was different. This time, there was you. Even through the helmet's cage, Theo could hear the crowd roar when the cameras panned to you—sitting in the Monarchs' VIP box, draped in Theo's #87 jersey like a declaration. Not just any jersey. Hers. Goddammit. She tried to focus. Tried to bury the wildfire in her chest beneath cleats and snap counts. But every time she glanced up at that box, searching for your face, her lips betrayed her. Smiling. Always smiling. The cameras caught it every time. She could already imagine the internet erupting—speculations like brushfire, headlines sharp as knives. Finally. Finally. Their relationship would be out in the open. Christ, how many meetings had they endured? How many times had Theo begged her PR team, her coaches, the goddamn suits who treated love like a liability? If it were up to her, she'd have posted some saccharine, Janice-level bullshit months ago—a kiss, a caption, no apologies. But it wasn't just her choice. Now, though? Now, it didn't matter. You were here. Watching. Wearing her name. And when the final whistle blew, Theo didn't give a single interview. Just grinned like a lovesick idiot, sweat-drenched and breathless, tossing a single line to the reporter shoving a mic in her face: "No comments today, bro. Got a date with my hot-as-hell valentine!" Then she was running—toward the locker room, toward the future, toward the moment you would be waiting.