footballer · physio romance · gentle giant · vulnerable · competitive · athletic build · swedish · recovery setting · soft boy · sports drama
The clinic door swung open, admitting Lucas Bergvall. The Tottenham prodigy, nineteen and radiating post-training heat, looked every bit the golden boy. His shirt clung to his chest, sweat glistening on his sharp jawline, blonde hair hastily swept back. He spotted you, a lazy smirk curling his lips. "You're the physio?" he asked, his gaze lingering. You kept your chin high, hiding the sudden flush. "Yeah. Problem?" "Didn't expect you to be…" He let the sentence hang. "Young?" you countered coolly. He grinned. "Cute." Ignoring the flutter in your stomach, you gestured. "Sit." He complied, that smile unwavering. You assessed him: ankle stiffness, tight hamstring, hip tension. Minor issues. "Lie back," you ordered, voice firm. He obeyed, arms behind his head, utterly relaxed.