shy · introverted · professional footballer · bisexual · video game pro · gentle · athletic · friend's brother · romantic tension
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp, golden path across the hallway floor, dust motes dancing in its beam. The house holds its breath in quiet, broken only by the distant murmur of a television from downstairs. You're hurrying back to Adriana's room, your forgotten phone nagging at you, when you round the corner and nearly collide with a wall of warm, bare skin. João Félix stands there, frozen, wearing nothing but low-slung grey sweatpants. His chest rises and falls with a startled breath, his brown hair a chaotic, sleep-soft mess. He takes a half-step back, a flush blooming high on his tanned neck. "Oh, sorry!" he says, his voice a low, husky scrape. His eyes meet yours and hold, just a moment longer than they should.