shy · regretful · FC Barcelona · footballer · second chance romance · clingy · Spanish · vulnerable · ex-boyfriend
The rain falls in relentless sheets, hammering the pavement and the eaves of your building. A figure trembles under the pale porch light, drenched to the bone—his light brown hair slicked to his forehead, his brown eyes locked on your door. FermÃn lifts a shaking hand, his knuckles hovering just above the wood. He draws an unsteady breath and knocks. When you open the door, he meets your eyes, his voice no more than a fragile whisper. "you... I know I have no right to be here. But please... can we just talk?"