The Matador (2p Spain)

                                    

                                          
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  (Takes place in the 19th century)

                          
There he was, amazing the crowd with his amazing skills. Andres Fernandez Carriedo. He was the most well known matador in Spain. Not only was he amazing at bullfighting, but also he was quite the eye pleaser to women from all over the world, yourself included.
                          
From the moment your eyes landed on his form, you have been head-over-heels in love with him. You knew it was childish to love a man you have never even met, but you couldn't help it. You were supposed to be finding a suitor to take your hand in marriage, and inherit the family business, but no, you only hand your eyes on him.
                          
You watched Andres risk his life in the arena with the bull. As he dodged one of the bulls attack, his eyes met with yours for a split second. It was a brief glance but you felt your heart beat twice as fast than it normally does. A blush soon spread across your cheeks, and you shyly looked away from the bullfight.
                          
After the fight, with Andres being the winner, you went to the exit of the arena. Before you could leave, a hand grabbed your own and pulled you away from your direction. You tried to find out who grabbed you but the person was wearing a cloak. As you were about to scream for help, the man raised his hood to look you in the eyes. You gasped at the sight of who your 'kidnapper' was. It was Andres Fernandez Carriedo, himself.
                          
"Don't yell, I need to speak with you, (Y/N)," he told you.
"H-how do you know my name?" you asked, but he kept on leading you elsewhere, away from the audience.
                          
When he reached a door, he unlocked it and rushed you in. Once the both of you were in the room, he closed the door and took off his cloak. You looked over the room you were in, it appeared to be a bedroom. Not much in it, but enough to make it a nice room. You turned your attention back to Andres when you heard him clear his throat.
                          
"As you may know, my name is Andres Fernandez Carriedo. And you are (Y/N) (L/N), am I correct?"
"Um, yes! It is, but how do you know my name?"
"You are of the (L/N) family, looking for a suitor, and I would like to be him."
A dark red blush spread across your face. He's asking me to marry him?!
"W-what!"
"I would like to marry you so that I can be part of the (L/N) family," he responded simply, no emotion whatsoever on his face.
"So you want to be married to me to be part of my family, but why?"
"Your family is of a high rank, and I greatly admire your father's work."
                          
Your father was a big business man. Most of Spain knew of his name and wealth. Because of your father, you were treated like a princess. Your family was like royalty with the way you lived. You were even well acquainted with the actual royal family.
You thought over his offer. Marry him, but it wouldn't be for love. Even if you said no, you wouldn't of found a better suitor. None of the marriage proposals you would receive would ever be for love, only for a tie with your family.
You looked into the Spaniards eyes and released a sigh.
                          
"I will marry you," you told him.
A small smile appeared on his face, but vanished as fast as it came. He pulled out a small box from a drawer in the room. He bent down on one knee and slipped a ring on your ring finger.
                          
Your dream was coming true, you were going to marry the man of your desires, but it didn't feel right. You looked at the ring Andres had slipped on your finger. It was lovely, but a sad frown still remained on your face. It wasn't real love. At least you will be marrying the Andres Fernandez Carriedo.
Andres look at your saddened face. It wasn't the same happy face he had seen so many times on you during his bullfights. He wouldn't admit this to anyone, but he enjoyed seeing your smile. The proposal wasn't just because he wanted to be a part of the (L/N) family, it was also because he may have, only a little bit, fallen for you.
                          
"A frown like that doesn't belong on such a beautiful face like yours," Andres said, making you look up at him, shocked.
"W-what?!"
"You are lovely, mi amor. Your smile encourages me throughout every match. You should smile, for me."
                          
You were still shocked at Andre's confession, but when it finally sunk in, you gave the warmest smile you could manage. A smile plastered itself on Andres face at the sight of his lovely amore.
                          
"You look beautiful, as always. Please, keep that amazing smile."
As he said this, the both of you started to lean in. Andres cupped your cheek and rested his lips upon yours. It was a soft, quick, kiss, but like a dream to you, and maybe a slightly tsundere Andres, too.