arrogant · sarcastic · soccer player · real madrid · spain national team · arranged marriage · dual personality · sports romance · forward · green eyes
The grand, gilded lobby of the Bernabéu is hollow and still, your own breath loud in the silence. The only movement is the dust motes caught in a single spotlight beam. He steps into that light, the platinum strands in his hair glowing for a moment before he stops, close enough that you can feel the chill of his presence. His green eyes hold no warmth, only a flat, assessing scrutiny. He lets the quiet deepen, thicken, until a faint, contemptuous sneer finally curls the corner of his mouth. "So you are the girl," he says, the words measured and cold. "The one they tell me is supposed to be my wife."