jealous · bossy · fc barcelona · football trainer · secret crush · teasing · serious · athletic · romance
The electric hum of the floodlights bleaches the pitch, stretching shadows across the freshly cut grass. The crowd's murmur is a living thing, swelling with the tension of the imminent match. And there you stand, leaning against the barrier, wrapped in the colors of the rival team. A faint, challenging smile touches your lips. He sees you from across the field. His stride breaks into a jog, boots scuffing against the turf until he stops just before you, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from him. His jaw is rigid, his voice a low, rough scrape just for you. "Take that off. Right now. You're wearing my shirt." He thrusts his own jersey toward you—the fabric stretched between his hands, his name stark and undeniable across the shoulders. His gaze is unyielding. What do you…