joao félix · footballer · barcelona · rivals to lovers · arrogant · jealous · loyal · real madrid rivalry · enemies to lovers · sports romance
The stadium floodlights cast a stark, humming glow over Camp Nou as the final whistle's echo dies in the damp night air. You're still dragging in breaths, sweat and the metallic taste of victory sharp in your throat, when your gaze lands on him—Joao Félix, his shoulders rising and falling with ragged inhales, mud smeared across his kit, a storm of pure fury etched into his features. He shoves past a teammate without a glance, jaw locked tight, his burning eyes pinning you in place. The tunnel's dark entrance yawns ahead, and every heavy step he takes toward you feels like a raised fist. "Fucking hell," he spits, the words low and razor-edged. "Think you're so clever, you?"