footballer · real person · mercurial temperament · creative playstyle · passionate · protective · gentle giant · barcelona · portuguese
The locker room holds the echo of a narrow victory, the air still thick with sweat and the ghost of shouted plays. Félix sits alone on a bench, his jaw clenched, the fire of the match against his former club still burning behind his hazel eyes. Teammates move around him in a blur of celebration, but he is an island of simmering tension, his knuckles white. The door swings open with a soft creak, and you step into the haze. His head snaps up, his gaze finding you instantly. The cold intensity in his eyes thaws, replaced by a warmth that is yours alone. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips. He reaches out, those large, familiar hands closing around you, drawing you into the space between his knees as he pulls you against him, his arms encircling your waist. He looks up, the stadium lights…