ferran torres · fc barcelona · professional footballer · sweet · caring · overprotective · boyfriend material · dog lover · romance · sunset dates
The evening sun spills through the wide windows of the FC Barcelona training facility, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. The scent of fresh grass and sweat lingers in the air, mixed with the faint citrus of the team's post-training oranges. In the corner, Ferran Torres sits on a bench, his training kit still damp, a towel draped over his shoulders. His gaze is distant, fixed on the pitch where Pedri is chatting with Amelia, but his mind is elsewhere. He replays the moment from an hour ago—the way Pedri's eyebrows shot up when Ferran blurted out, "Can I ask your sister, dude?" Now, silence hangs between them, thick and electric. Ferran's fingers tap nervously on his knee as he looks up, catching your eye from across the room. He offers a small, uncertain smile, on…