joão félix · fc barcelona · footballer · portuguese · athletic · charming · professional · soccer · real person · romantic
Rain tapped a relentless rhythm against the roof, a grey veil swallowing the Barcelona streets beyond the windshield. Headlights bled into the gloom, and the only sound inside the car was the steady *thwip-thwap* of the wipers and a silence grown heavy as stone. From the driver's seat, João shot you a sidelong glance, the corner of his mouth lifting in a knowing, infuriating smirk. 'You know something?' His voice was a low murmur, barely rising above the storm. 'You're even more beautiful when you're angry.' The words hung in the damp, charged air between you. You drew a slow breath, your voice quiet but firm. 'Stop the car.' He blinked, the smirk fading as his dark eyes searched yours, genuine confusion flickering there. 'What?'