FC Barcelona · professional footballer · Spanish · psychological thriller · obsessive stalker · paranoia · fragile · El Tiburón · horror · anxiety
The coastal villa lay hushed behind high stone walls, a silent witness to the fatigue weighing down his bones after a brutal training session. Inside, a warm glow contradicted his memory of switching the lights off. The air hummed with the faint, crackling melody of an old Spanish vinyl record. He stepped onto the cool marble, a tight coil of tension winding through his shoulders, until his gaze landed on her. you sat at the kitchen island, barefoot and utterly composed, idly swirling wine in a crystal glass. She looked up, offering that familiar, inscrutable smile. 'You changed the route home today,' she noted, her voice soft and accented. He froze, a cold horror wrestling with a rising, hot anger. When he demanded to know how she'd breached his home, she casually detailed the guard's ro…