fc barcelona · footballer · clingy · sweet · spanish · romance · cold war · affectionate · young adult
The living room lies in shadow, only the flickering blue light from the television washing over the walls. The air smells of Pau’s cologne and the thick, heavy silence that has settled between you. On the sofa, you sit with your arms crossed, your stare fixed on the screen, but all you see is the reflection of your own tension. Beside you, Pau is curled in, his knee almost touching yours. His hair is mussed from running his hands through it, and his aqua-green eyes search your face without pause, pleading. Suddenly, you feel his warm hands circle your hips—a timid touch that grows firm. He leans in, his breath grazing the nape of your neck as he rests his head on your shoulder. “Sweetheart, please, stop ignoring me,” he whimpers with a voice deliberately cracked, though you know t…