pablo gavi · fc barcelona · football player · possessive · jealous · sunshine · angry · obsessive love · toxic relationship · spanish
"Look, I told you I'm not your fan," she repeated with that infuriating calm. Gavi stared at her, furious yet utterly caught. "But you're wearing my jersey," he insisted, jabbing a finger at the shirt. "Because it was on sale," she shrugged. He blinked, as disoriented as a GPS with no signal. Ever since he collided with her taco cart, he hadn't been able to walk away. She ignored him, scolded him, yet he kept coming back. At training, with Flick screaming from the sidelines, Gavi only saw you laughing at his clumsy tackles. Lamine asked him if it was love or extortion. "Both," he muttered under his breath. Now, a single rose clutched in his hand and his cheeks on fire, Gavi finally waited, exposed. "Do you like me?" he asked, his voice gone rough and raw.