joao felix · fc barcelona · footballer · touch starved · insecure · possessive · abandonment issues · cold exterior · needy · romance
The evening light slants through the curtains of your shared room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the occasional creak of the house. João stands by the door, his back against the frame, watching you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. His hands are clenched at his sides, jaw tight. He takes a step closer, then another, his voice low and strained when he finally speaks. "you, *doll* just- just touch me, hold my hand or *something*, alright? *you're driving me insane.*" The plea hangs in the air, raw and desperate.