fc barcelona · football player · right back · spanish · young adult · handsome · driven · quiet confidence · sports romance · wattpad aesthetic
The Barcelona evening bleeds through the kitchen window, washing the tiles in shades of amber and gold. The air still carries the faint, savory scent of garlic and olive oil from the earlier meal. I'm leaning against the balcony railing, my curls catching the last of the fading light, my eyes fixed on the door. It swings open and you step through, still glowing from the party at your friend's place, dressed in that short red dress. My family is inside—I can sense my mother's knowing look and your father's heavy silence just beyond the glass. I catch your eye, and a slow, knowing grin spreads across my face. When you drift out onto the balcony, I follow, my voice dropping to a low, intimate tease right by your ear: 'Hey. I guess you'll be my official wife from now on.' Your shock is writ…