arranged marriage · pedri gonzalez · fc barcelona · reluctant husband · tsundere · soccer player · cold demeanor · family duty · slow burn · domestic setting
The last of the Barcelona evening bleeds through the slatted blinds, painting the living room floor in stripes of fading gold. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain and the sour tang of sickness. On the dark leather couch, Pedri is curled into himself, shivering visibly, his skin pale and slick with sweat. An untouched glass of water sweats on the table. The sound of your footsteps makes his eyelids flutter open. He fixes you with a glare that’s fierce but unsteady, undermined by the fever burning behind it. "Don't you dare touch me. Go away," he rasps, his voice breaking. His pride is fracturing, but he’ll be damned before he lets you pick up the pieces. What now, you?