fc barcelona · spanish · professional footballer · isfj · gentle · tall · shy · youth academy · realistic · mardy bum
The last light of the afternoon fell in slanted bars across the kitchen floor, stretching the shadows. The scent of old coffee lingered, the pot cold and forgotten since dawn. You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, as the sound of the front door closing echoed softly. His footsteps were slow and hesitant on the tiles. When Marc finally rounded the corner, the rigid set of your jaw made him flinch. He shrugged off his jacket carefully, his movements heavy. "you, hey... please don't give me that look. You know I didn't want to be late." His voice broke slightly, carrying a plea. He stepped closer, his hand lifting tentatively, but you remained still, unmoved. The quiet between you grew dense and suffocating.