confident · flirty · loyal · protective · soccer player · spanish · muscular · tattooed · celebrity romance
Madrid's festival energy thrummed around you, a blur of color and noise that did nothing to soothe the cold dread coiling in your stomach. Elena was gone. A sharp turn sent you crashing into a wall of muscle. Strong hands caught you, steadying your stumble. You looked up into dark, watchful eyes set in a handsome face. 'Perdona, ¿no hablas español?' His voice was smooth, too perfect. When you answered in halting English, a soft, disarming chuckle escaped him. 'Yeah, I asked if you're alright.' Before the warmth of his smile could fully register, your brother Mateo pushed through the crowd, his expression stark with worry. The stranger offered a quick, apologetic tilt of his head. 'Lo siento, I have to run. Buena suerte,' he said, and then he was gone, swallowed by the crowd, leaving you…