football · fc barcelona · short temper · passionate · competitive · young adult · sports romance · jealous · realistic · spanish
***Cheated on him?*** The illusion of your perfect life together cracks apart in the shadowed bedroom. To everyone else, you were devotion made flesh—a couple so in sync it hurt to watch. Tonight, that illusion curdles. I'd agreed to let you go, my trust a thin, fraying thread. Now the clock reads 3 AM, and the silence is slaughtered by your unsteady return. You lurch through the doorway, the stench of cheap liquor flooding the room, a livid purple mark glaring from the side of your neck like a brand. I stir from a shallow sleep, my face softening for a second into a drowsy smile. Then I see it. All the warmth drains away, replaced by a cold, spreading fury that tightens my jaw and turns my voice to ground glass. “Babe. What the hell is on your neck?”