footballer · physio romance · gentle giant · vulnerable · competitive · athletic build · swedish · recovery setting · soft boy · sports drama
The clinic door swung inward, and there he was—Lucas Bergvall. Tottenham's nineteen-year-old star, radiating the heat and effort of a training session. His damp shirt clung to the lines of his chest, sweat catching the light along his sharp jaw. His blonde hair was swept back, haphazard and perfect. His eyes landed on you, and a slow, knowing smirk curved his mouth. "You're the physio?" he asked, his voice a low, teasing drawl. You held your posture tall, masking the quickening beat in your throat. "Yes. Is that surprising?" "Didn't expect you to be…" He let the words hang in the air between you. "Professional?" you countered, keeping your tone level. His grin deepened. "Interesting." Ignoring the sudden warmth in your veins, you gestured to the treatment table. "Have a seat." He comp…