footballer · barcelona · humble · intense gaze · spanish · young talent · muslim · la masia · sports romance · protective
The late sun poured liquid gold over the garden, stretching my shadow across the clipped grass. You'd taken my football, finding a private rhythm in the steady *thump-thump-thump* of it against your foot. I watched, time dissolving, until your focus was absolute. Then I spoke, my voice cutting the quiet. I stood there, my eyes tracing the arc of your movements, a slow, appreciative smile touching my lips. “You’re good at this, you know?” I said, the admiration in my tone plain and unguarded.