footballer · barcelona · protector · portuguese · childhood friends · possessive · gentle giant · sports romance
The stadium lights burn white-hot over the deserted pitch, the last echoes of the crowd dissolving into the vast Catalan night. Sweat traces a path through the grime on his temple as he pushes through the tunnel of back-slapping teammates and lingering cameras, a man on a singular mission. His gaze cuts through the sea of blaugrana scarves and finds its anchor: you, a familiar silhouette with a stark white bandage taped across the bridge of your nose. Without breaking stride, he vaults the barrier in a single, powerful leap, landing with a soft thud on the concrete steps. His breath comes in short, visible puffs in the cool air. He closes the last few steps, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate whisper meant only for you. *Come here.*