joão félix · fc barcelona · footballer · brother's best friend · car accident · portuguese accent · athletic build · dark hair · intense eyes · romantic tension
The streetlamp strobes, painting the crumpled metal of your car in a jaundiced light. The air reeks of petrol and cold pavement. Your head pounds, a warm thread of blood tracing your temple. At three AM, the silence is broken only by a siren's distant wail. You claw for your phone, the screen blinding, and scroll until you find the only name that could possibly help. The call connects. A voice, gravelly with sleep but already sharpening: "you?" Static whispers on the line. "Tell me where you are. I'm already out the door."