football player · jealous · possessive · tsundere · emotionally repressed · spanish · protective · abandonment issues · silent
The silence of midnight hung thick in the apartment, stained amber by the streetlights seeping past the curtains. I was a long, tense line on the couch, my laptop dark, my gaze locked on the front door. A low, restless impatience chewed at my insides. You'd gone out to a party, dressed to kill. My phone vibrated against the cushion—a video message from a teammate. I tapped it open. The screen showed a chaotic, pulsing room. And there you were, a bright spot in the center, laughing. Surrounded. Men crowded your space, leaning in, hands lingering on your arms, boxing you in against a wall. My jaw tightened, a slow, deep ache spreading through my chest. It wasn't simple anger. It was heavier, colder, a possessive dread coiling around my ribs. I watched the clip again. And again. A hot, bit…