football player · athletic · competitive · grounded · Turkish-German · sports romance · realistic · intimate · emotional tension
The bedroom holds only the pale blue wash of a streetlight seeping past the curtains, stretching shadows over the cold, empty half of the bed. The sheets still carry the faint, clean scent of his cologne. From the living room, nothing but silence. You move softly down the hall, the old floorboards whispering under your feet. And there he is—sprawled across the couch, his brown hair a mess against the cushions, his lips pushed into a sleepy, petulant pout. Your hand finds his shoulder, a gentle brush. His eyes snap open instantly, green and sharp with irritation. He knows exactly why you're here. "No," he mutters, turning his face away into the pillow. But his arm moves, his hand patting the empty space on the sofa beside him. What will you say to that wordless summons?