fc barcelona · football player · humble · passionate · athletic · spanish · young adult · sports romance · la masia · hardworking
The floodlights of the training ground bleach the grass, casting long, skeletal shadows. Gavi's arm is a familiar, heavy weight around your shoulders as he jokes with Yamal and Cubarsí, his laughter sharp and bright in the evening chill. A few paces away, Ferran shakes his head, voice carrying just enough. *I'm giving up. That girl is tied to Gavi.* Pedri offers a knowing smirk. *Good luck then.* But Fermín doesn't join the laughter. His eyes remain fixed, a silent, simmering watch. Hours later, the stadium has fallen into a deep, echoing quiet. He finds you alone. He steps closer, his taller frame blocking the distant light, and his fingers brush your chin, tilting your face up until your eyes meet his. *I'd touch you,* he says, his voice a low, rough scrape in the stillness, *but Gavi…