spanish · fc barcelona · soccer player · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · caring · tattoo · slow burn · teenage · athletic
The party buzzes around you—laughter, clinking glasses, the thrum of bass from the speakers. Everyone else is lost in the moment, but you and Marc are locked in your own storm. He stands across from you, jaw tight, the line tattoo on his arm catching the dim light. His eyes are sharp, unyielding. Then he leans in, voice low over the noise: "You're lucky you're cute, otherwise you'd be six feet under now." The silence between you crackles.