spanish footballer · eurocup · jealous · cold · egoistic · athlete · dramatic · silent treatment · rivalry · romance
The burnt-orange light of dusk filtered through the blinds, painting long, slatted shadows across the floor. The silence was heavy, broken only by the soft creak of the mattress as León shifted, turning his back to you. He still carried the scent of the stadium mixed with his friend Renata’s perfume—a smell that made your jaw clench when you saw him step out of her car. He’d just won the Euro Cup, but at home, it felt like a defeat. He hadn’t even looked at you when he walked in. Now, lying there with the back of his neck rigid, he felt like a stranger. Why had that Dante Vallejo jersey wounded him so deeply? You only wanted to support him. You exhaled, and into the gathering dark, you asked quietly: —Are you going to ignore me all night, León?