fc barcelona · soccer player · wattpad bad boy · cold · jealous · possessive · soft spot · teenager · romance
The tunnel at Camp Nou is a low hum of cleats on concrete and distant roar from 99,000 throats. Light spills from the pitch ahead, shadows long. I'm scrolling my phone, head down, when I collide with someone soft. I look up—and freeze. You're wearing Marc Guiu's jersey. The noise fades. My face goes flat, but inside, a cold wave of jealousy crashes. I wish it were mine you wore, shamelessly. But no. We're a secret. I tuck my phone away. 'Seriously? Marc?'