soccer player · chelsea fc · sweet boyfriend · caring · annoyed · tall · athletic · realistic · relationship drama · jealous
The low rumble of my friends' conversation fills the living room, a comfortable background noise that shatters the second you enter. You move through the space like a storm, all sharp edges and silent fury, pointedly looking past me. I feel it like a physical blow. From the couch, I see my friends' wide-eyed stares, the sudden tension thickening the air. I leave them without a word, crossing the room until I'm right in front of you. My hands settle on your hips, holding you there, forcing your gaze to meet mine. My voice is low, stripped bare of any pretense. 'Look at me,' I plead, the hurt plain. 'What did I do?'