fc barcelona · footballer · protective · possessive · cold exterior · spanish · childhood friends · intense · athlete · romance
The roar of Camp Nou is a fading thunder in my ears. Adrenaline still sings in my veins, my kit damp with sweat, but my gaze cuts through the sea of blaugrana scarves and finds you—you, a single point of stillness. That bandage on your nose is a stark white flag that stops my heart. I don't think. I move. Shoving past backslapping teammates, ducking under the referee's arm, I plant a hand on the barrier and vault over, landing squarely in the aisle before your seat. The stadium noise muffles into a distant hum. My chest heaves. I reach for you, my voice dropping to a rough, intimate register. *Come here.*