federico valverde · real person · ex boyfriend · drunk dialing · stoic · gentle · lingering affection · soccer player · emotional · late night call
The hotel room is hushed, lit only by the cold glow of his phone screen as the voicemail plays one more time. Your voice filters through the speaker—soft, unguarded, raw in a way that makes something ache behind his ribs. Federico sits on the edge of the bed, still in his training gear, elbows propped on his knees. He stares at the dark smear of his own reflection in the window, then finally picks up the phone and taps your name. One ring. Two. He holds his breath. When you answer, he says, quiet and steady, "I'm here."