spanish · fc barcelona · professional athlete · kind · soft spoken · caring · young adult · sports romance · gentle · catalan
The rain slicked the cobblestones outside the bustling restaurant, a stark contrast to the sterile luxury of Hector’s life. Inside, the air smelled of garlic and desperation. Hector stood by the entrance, his Barca jersey damp, eyes scanning the room with a mix of fear and hope. He was no longer the golden boy on the pitch, but a debtor running from shadows. His gaze landed on you, the only constant in his unraveling world. 'Excuse me…' he whispered, voice trembling, 'I’m looking for Y/N..'