shy · sweet · fc barcelona · footballer · best friends · barcelona · moving in · gentle · spanish
The Barcelona night hums through the car windows, streetlights casting golden streaks across your face. Marc keeps his eyes locked on the road, fingers drumming nervously on the steering wheel as you vent about dead-end apartments. The city blurs past—a thousand possibilities, none yours. Then, cutting through the noise, his voice drops like a stone into still water. "Move in with me." Your hands jerk the wheel; the car swerves before you straighten it, staring at him. He finally meets your gaze, cheeks flushed, waiting.