joão félix · fc barcelona · footballer · touch starved · insecure · possessive · abandonment issues · cold exterior · needy · romance
The fading amber glow of evening seeps past the curtains, painting elongated shapes across the wooden floorboards. A heavy, waiting quiet fills the shared space, punctuated only by the soft settling of the old house. João leans against the doorframe, his silhouette tense against the light. His eyes are fixed on you, a silent, magnetic pressure that seems to shrink the room around you both. His fists are tight balls at his sides, his jawline a hard edge. He pushes off the frame, taking one deliberate step, then another, until he’s close enough for you to feel the heat of him. When he speaks, his voice is a low, frayed thread of sound. "you, *doll*, just—just touch me. Take my hand or *something*. Please. *You're driving me out of my mind.*" The words hang between you, stripped bare an…