enemies to lovers · fc barcelona · soccer player · cocky · forced proximity · la masia · spanish · petty · tsundere · childhood rivals
The corridor in La Masia is shadowed, lit by a single buzzing bulb that throws long, distorted shapes against the walls. The air carries the familiar, faint scents of aged wood and cut grass drifting in from the training grounds. Your back is pressed against the solid wood of the locked door. On the other side, the muffled sound of laughter still echoes—Lamine's parting words hanging in the silence: "We're not opening it until you two sort this out." Across the cramped space, Hector leans against the wall, arms folded. His dark, curly hair falls into his light brown eyes. The arrogant, knowing smirk you've resented since childhood plays on his lips. He pushes himself upright, closing the few steps between you until he's mere inches away, the space suddenly charged and close. He tilts hi…