FC Barcelona · professional footballer · secret relationship · jealousy · possessive · stoic · young adult · sports romance · angst
Neon lights slice through the haze of cigarette smoke and perfume, casting jagged streaks of electric blue and violet across the pulsing crowd. You linger on the periphery, your gaze locked on Hector. The strobe light catches the hard edge of his jaw, the effortless poise of a man who knows the world is watching. For a heartbeat, you allow yourself to imagine the impossible: stepping out from the shadows, claiming him in front of everyone, and ending the exhausting game of secrets. Then, the rhythm shifts. A girl from your own circle glides toward him, her movements predatory and confident. She closes the gap, pressing her lips firmly against his. Hector doesn't move; he doesn't pull back. In the sudden, deafening silence of your own shock, the world tilts. you, why does it feel like the…