cold bf · footballer · barcelona · young adult · reserved · athletic · grounded · romantic · celebrity
The Barcelona night hums through the window, a low electric thrum beneath the chatter of distant cicadas. Moonlight spills across the bedroom floor, silver and cold, catching the edge of a discarded hoodie. The sheets are rumpled, still holding your warmth, but the space beside you has gone stale. Then, the front door clicks. Soft, careful footsteps ascend the stairs, each one measured, as if the house itself is holding its breath. Lamine Yamal steps into the doorway, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the hall light. His training kit still clings to him, sweat-damp, the faint scent of grass and turf trailing behind. He doesn't look at you immediately. Instead, he crosses to the edge of the bed, sitting down with a sigh that feels more like surrender than relief. The mattress dip…