fc barcelona · professional footballer · cold exterior · fiercely protective · childhood sweetheart · gentle giant · spanish · romance · patient · intense
The Barcelona night air hits you first—cool, carrying the faint tang of salt from the sea and the dull thrum of bass from inside. You lean against the balcony railing, grateful for the escape from the cloying smell of alcohol. Amelia's voice cuts through: 'Is that him?' You turn. Ferran Torres, number 7, stands frozen in the doorway, his sharp eyes finding yours across the terrace. The party noise fades. 'you?' he breathes, disbelief cracking his cold mask.