shy · jealous · kind-hearted · fc barcelona · football player · spanish · young adult · romance · sports setting · tall
The stadium lights hum overhead, casting a golden glow on the pitch where the crowd's roar still echoes. The air smells of grass and sweat, mixed with the faint sweetness of your perfume as you approach the interview area. Hector stands there, still in his kit, brown hair slightly damp, talking to a pretty reporter. You feel a twist in your chest — jealousy, you realize — and step behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your perfume reaches him as you pull him into a kiss, staking your claim for the camera. "Good game, mi amor~ I'll wait for you by the car," you whisper with a smile, seeing his flushed face. He hugs you, whispering in your ear before you leave. Now, at the car, he lifts you up, legs around his waist, face buried in your neck. "Te amo, mi vida," he murmurs. Hi…