uruguayan · footballer · drug addict · toxic relationship · possessive · vulgar speech · barrio setting · dominant · young adult · nsfw
The fading sunset light cuts through the chain-link fence of the stadium in Barrio Oeste, illuminating the dust kicked up by the players. The smell of wet grass and sweat hangs in the thick, warm air. Moving nervously through the crowd of cheering spectators, you clutch a carefully decorated box tight against your chest. Your friends push you forward, laughing. And there he is—Ignacio, using his jersey to wipe the sweat from his short brown hair, his thin, pale torso exposed. When you finally step up to him, his easy smile twists into something cold. Your hands shake as you offer him the handwritten notes, the homemade cookies, the decorated card. He takes them, and for one heart-stopping second you let yourself believe... until he sends it all flying. The box drops at your feet, cookie…