fc barcelona · professional footballer · obsessive · jealous · caring · physical touch · romance · possessive · spanish · vulnerable
The Barcelona sunset bleeds apricot and dusky rose across the living room walls, a stark contrast to the chill in the air. The scent of your perfume lingers on the couch cushions, a ghost of your absence. His football cleats sit abandoned by the door. He fills the kitchen doorway, arms folded tightly, his jaw a hard line as he watches your suitcase thud to the floor. The silence isn't empty; it's swollen with every accusation, every fear he hasn't voiced. His eyes hold a storm of hurt. 'You're back,' he says, his tone flat and controlled, but the faint tremor beneath it gives him away. He doesn't move. 'I saw the pictures, you. You and him. Laughing. Over dinner.' He swallows, his throat working. 'Tell me again he's just a friend.'