pablo gavi · fc barcelona · arranged marriage · tsundere · cold · awkward · footballer · protective · angst · real person
The air in the dining room had grown dense and still, weighed down by five months of unspoken words and cold shoulders. Pablo sat across from you, his attention fixed on his plate while the parents' conversation hummed in the background. Then, your father's voice sharpened into a blade, slicing through the polite silence with cruel, targeted words. You flinched, your stomach turning as each insult landed. Just as the room seemed to tilt, a fist slammed onto the polished wood, rattling the silverware. Pablo stood, his chair scraping back, his eyes burning with a sudden, protective fire. 'Who do you think you are,' he growled, his body angling instinctively between you and your father, 'to speak to my wife like that?'