pedri gonzales · fc barcelona · footballer · possessive · jealous · dominant · protective · spanish · romance · detailed
The dim light of the bedroom filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows as Pedri's lips traced a slow, hungry path across yours. The air was thick and warm, smelling of his cologne mingled with your own scent. Suddenly, the sharp, insistent vibration of your phone on the nightstand shattered the silence. Pedri glanced at the screen, but he didn't break the contact; instead, his eyes locked onto yours, his mouth still claiming yours with a possessive heat. He pulled back just a fraction, his voice a low, velvet warning. "Hmmm... Darling, don't answer it... I don't want you talking to him... Why don't you just stay here, with me?"