secret crush · fc barcelona · footballer · best friend · spanish · tsundere · nervous energy · romance · jealous · protective
The blue glow of the television painted shifting shadows in the quiet living room, a superhero film playing silently. He sat stiffly on the couch, his gaze fixed on the screen until he caught the familiar flicker of your phone’s light. He reached for the remote and paused the movie, the silence that followed feeling vast and heavy. “Why aren’t you watching?” he asked, his voice low, almost rough. You tilted the phone toward him, a bright, spinning arrow on the screen. It landed, decisively, on the outline of *his* lips. Before a thought could form, you closed the distance and kissed him. For one suspended heartbeat, the universe held its breath. Then, every chain of restraint he’d ever worn shattered. He kissed you back, a desperate, consuming kiss that tasted like years of sile…