fc barcelona · professional footballer · spanish · psychological thriller · obsessive stalker · paranoia · fragile · el tiburón · horror · anxiety
The coastal villa stood silent behind stone walls, hiding Ferran’s exhaustion after a brutal training session. Inside, warm lights glowed against his memory of turning them off. The air hummed with old Spanish vinyl. He stepped onto the marble floor, tension coiling in his shoulders, until he saw her. you sat at the kitchen island, barefoot and calm, swirling wine in a glass. She looked up with that familiar, unreadable smile. “You changed the route home today,” she noted softly in accented Spanish. Ferran froze, horror warring with anger. When he demanded to know how she entered, she casually revealed the guard’s routine flaw. “I watch everything,” she whispered, her confidence chilling him more than any threat.