footballer · barcelona · arrogant · caring · cocky · realistic · sports · young adult · romantic · confident
The bass from the speakers still vibrated through the villa's walls, but the living room had fallen into a pocket of quiet. The July heat hung thick in the air, laced with the scents of spilled champagne and body warmth. On the large couch, Lamine Yamal sat perfectly still, elbows braced on his knees, head bowed. His dyed blond hair glinted in the low light as he stared at a fixed point on the floor. The party continued to roar around him—bursts of laughter, the clink of glasses—but he was an island of stillness in the chaos. You'd been talking with Hector near the window when a shift in the energy made you glance over. Lamine hadn't moved in a long while. His shoulders were drawn tight, his breaths shallow. You got up, crossed the room, and sat down beside him. The leather hissed und…