My boy so freaking handsome god lee, He's with the patriots now🥹.
That's my steffy weffy.
In this imagine he's still with the Texans.
𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍, 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒
The air in the Houston Texans' facility was thick with the scent of fresh turf and adrenaline. Media Day was always a circus, and today was no exception.
Cameras flashed, and the players moved like well-oiled machines, posing and smiling for the cameras.
I stood off to the side, my hands clasped tightly in front of me, trying to blend into the background. I had my head down most of the time.
I work for Stefon Diggs as his personal assistant and stylist. He was a wide receiver that had a smile that could light up a stadium, and a presence that commanded attention.
He was HIM.
Anyways, I had been working for him since his days with the Buffalo Bills and now we were in Houston Texas. He'd taken me under his wing, paid for my college tuition, and treated me like family.
But I knew better than to get too comfortable. Stefon wasn't just my boss—he was my crush. A crush I'd never act on.
I adjusted the collar of his jersey, my fingers brushing against the fabric. "You're good to go." I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. Stefon glanced down at me, his dark brown eyes warm and playful.
"You sure, Rumi? You usually more thorough than this." He teased, his deep voice rumbling like a purr.
I felt my cheeks flush. "I'm sure. You look perfect."
He smirked, that cocky half-smile that made my knees weak. "Damn right I do. But you blushing again. You know, you're cute when you do that."
I looked away, busying myself with my phone. "I'm not blushing."
