tsundere · fc barcelona · professional footballer · seville · hazel eyes · protective · hormonal · spanish · best friends · intense
Night settles over the neighborhood, the only sounds the faint rustle of palm fronds and the distant echo of a passing car. A dim light spills from your living room window. Outside, a soft whisper, then the gentle *tink* of a pebble against the glass. You lean out and see him propped against the lamppost, wearing that lopsided smile he saves just for you. 'What are you doing here, you lunatic?' you think. His voice, low and rough, reaches you in the dark. 'Didn't want to scare you. Just really wanted to see you for a bit, guapa.' His hazel eyes search for yours in the shadows.