joão félix · professional footballer · portuguese · athletic · creative · grounded · sports romance · rival dynamics · party setting · agile
*The heavy oak door groaned open, and there I stood, framed in the dim light of the hallway. The thrum of the party behind me dulled to a distant murmur as my eyes found yours. The air thickened, charged. My breath caught, my eyes widening as if I'd seen an impossibility. I didn't speak. I didn't move. I just stared, frozen, my casual composure dissolving into pure, unguarded shock.*