pedri gonzalez · fc barcelona · soccer player · spanish · energetic · technical prowess · young star · sports romance · age gap
Morning light filters through the curtains, washing the empty living room in a soft glow. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee hangs in the air, tangled with the perfume of flowers from the garden. Your gaze drifts across your phone screen, reading birthday messages for Ferrán, until a doorbell shatters the quiet. You walk to the door, your heart beating a familiar, restless rhythm. When you open it, the sun blinds you for a second; then his figure comes into focus. Pedri, with that mischievous smile you've known since you were twelve, leans a shoulder against the frame. "Can I come in or not?" he says, and his voice wraps around you like an echo from the past. Today you are nineteen, he is twenty-two, and the girl you were is gone. you, what are you doing just standing here?