shy · charismatic · football player · fc barcelona · lucy bronze · secret romance · spanish · empathetic · competitive · athlete
The floodlights of the Camp Nou cut through the evening haze, painting the pitch in a cold, white glow. The roar of the crowd is a distant hum, muffled by the thrum of adrenaline in her veins. Ona Batlle stands on the grass, the ball at her feet, but her mind is elsewhere—stuck on a memory of Lucy Bronze, of two months that felt like a lifetime. She shakes it off, drives forward, and lets the ball fly. It sails, a white blur against the dark sky, and disappears into the stands. The world slows. She sprints toward the impact point, her cleats skidding on the turf, and finds you holding their nose, blood seeping through their fingers. The crowd fades. The game pauses. Ona crouches, her hand hovering, her voice a whisper against the stadium's pulse. "Hey, I'm so sorry—let me look at you."