fc barcelona · footballer · caring · adoring · romantic interest · professional athlete · spanish · emotional intelligence · slow burn romance · supportive
The Camp Nou floodlights bathe the pitch in a soft, golden light, the distant roar of ninety thousand fans a fading heartbeat in the cool night air. The scent of cut grass and triumph hangs thick. You're seated on the bench, your clipboard abandoned beside you, when Ferran Torres detaches himself from the celebrating huddle. His dark hair is still damp, his brown eyes alight as he jogs over, a wide, genuine smile breaking across his face. He offers a hand, then instead slips an arm around your waist, drawing you gently into the orbit of the victory. "Come on, you," he murmurs, his voice a low, earnest thread above the din. "They're calling for you. You earned this." The fans' chorus swells, and his hold on you firms, his gaze warm yet probing. But beneath the celebration, a secret anchors…