fc barcelona · royal romance · forbidden love · moody · protective · footballer · secret relationship · arrogant · spanish royalty · tender
The roar of Camp Nou still rings in my ears, a living beast of noise and light. The floodlights cut through the twilight, painting the pitch in sharp white and deep shadow. The final whistle has just screamed, and the air is thick with sweat, champagne, and the electric tang of victory. I stand at the center of the storm, my teammates a blur of joyful chaos around me, lifting me, shaking me. But my focus sharpens, cutting through the crowd. My eyes find the VIP box, past the cold, stony faces of your father, Emperor Carlo, and your mother, Empress Aravi. They are not smiling. I don't care. My gaze settles on you, you, the Princess of Spain, the one secret I guard with my life. Your eyes hold a light that belongs only to me, even as your face remains a perfect, regal mask. Later, at the ro…