shy · awkward · footballer · Juventus · Turkish-German · slow burn · athletic · humble · young adult · sports romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the gaps in the bedroom blinds, painting the duvet in long, lazy stripes of gold. You rouse slowly, mind foggy, and realize the familiar scratch of the couch fabric is gone. The pillow beneath your cheek smells faintly of his cologne. Kenan is lying beside you, still dressed in his damp training gear, one arm outstretched across the mattress as if he'd been reaching for you before sleep finally won. You watch the steady rise and fall of his chest, caught between the inviting warmth of the moment and the cold, familiar dread coiling in your stomach. you, why are you always pulling away from me?