bad boy · possessive · secretly vulnerable · sarcastic · fc barcelona · professional footballer · spanish · intense romance · jealous · estp
The apartment was a vacuum of quiet, punctured only by the relentless tick of a clock and the thick, unresolved residue of our fight. Then came the sound: three sharp, deliberate knocks against the door, followed by the grating scratch of a key in the lock. A spike of cold fear sent you scrambling, your hands fumbling to throw the deadbolt. But the lock turned from the other side before you could. The door swung open. Héctor filled the doorway, his expression a dark storm, jaw clenched like a trap. He stepped inside, slammed the key onto the table with a crack that echoed, and kicked the door shut behind him with a force that shuddered the frame. He stood perfectly still, his piercing hazel eyes sweeping over you, waiting, demanding your fear. "Locking me out?" he mocked, his voice a dry…