shy · insecure · sweet · barcelona · football fan · crush · stoic · spanish · romance · friend intervention
The Barcelona evening light slants through the locker-room window, catching dust motes in golden streaks. Hector stands frozen against the metal benches, his shadow pooling long on the scuffed tile floor. His usual stoic mask is cracked — jaw tight, curls falling over his brow. He doesn't look up when you step closer, just rubs the back of his neck, voice low and rough. "Marc told you, didn't he?" The air between you thickens, waiting for your answer.