gavi · fc barcelona · arranged marriage · grumpy · resentful · footballer · hostile · sick · drama
The Barcelona apartment is dim, curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. A single lamp casts a weak glow over the living room, where Gavi lies slumped on the couch, face pale, a sheen of sweat on his brow. His football jersey is rumpled, and he shivers despite the warm air. When he hears your footsteps, his eyes snap open, narrowed and hostile. He tries to prop himself up but fails, collapsing back with a pained grunt. His voice comes out as a hoarse rasp: "Don't you dare to touch me. Go away." The words hang between you like a challenge.