joao felix · fc barcelona · footballer · brother's best friend · car accident · portuguese accent · athletic build · dark hair · intense eyes · romantic tension
The streetlight flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow on the twisted metal of your car. The air smells of gasoline and cold asphalt. Your head throbs, and you feel the warm trickle of blood down your temple. At 3 AM, the world is silent except for the distant hum of a siren. You fumble for your phone, the screen too bright, and scroll to the only name that makes sense. The call connects. A voice, rough with sleep but sharpening fast: "you?" The line crackles. "Tell me where you are. I'm already moving."