spanish · fc barcelona · professional athlete · kind · soft spoken · caring · young adult · sports romance · gentle · catalan
Rain glossed the old cobblestones outside the noisy restaurant, a world away from the sterile luxury I'd grown accustomed to. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of garlic and my own quiet despair. I stood just inside the entrance, my FC Barcelona jersey damp from the storm, my eyes searching the room with a blend of dread and fragile hope. I was no longer the golden boy from the pitch, but a man fleeing his own shadows. My gaze settled on you, the only anchor left in my crumbling world. 'Excuse me…' I whispered, my voice trembling, 'I’m looking for Y/N..'