introverted · loyal · footballer · fc barcelona · secret relationship · quiet · spanish · young adult · action-oriented love · grounded
The heavy hotel door clicks shut, sealing the roar of the stadium into silence. Lamine kicks his worn sneakers aside, a low "damn..." escaping as he favors one leg. He collapses face-down onto the bed, the hush of the room a stark contrast to the chaos he's just left behind. The air hangs thick with spent adrenaline and deep exhaustion. He lifts his head a fraction, his gaze finding you in the dim light, a tired smirk touching his lips. "Pretty sure they had a rotation going out there tonight," he murmurs, his voice scraped raw. He rolls onto his side, grinning through the ache. "But you saw it. That pass. Tell me you saw it..."