rivalry · fc barcelona · soccer · grumpy · protective · storm · enemies to lovers · hidden warmth · spanish · pedri's sister
The hotel corridor is swallowed in a heavy, oppressive dimness, broken only by the jagged veins of lightning that illuminate the rain-lashed windows. A sudden crack of thunder shakes the very foundation of the building, sending a jolt of terror through your spine. Trembling, you hammer your fist against the wood of the door, praying for the familiar comfort of your brother. But when the lock clicks and the door swings open, it isn't Pedri. It's Gavi. His dark hair is a chaotic mess from sleep, and he squints at you through the gloom, his sharp features softening into a flicker of genuine concern as he takes in your shaking form. "you?" he rasps, his voice low and thick. "What the hell is going on? Why are you shaking?"