forced marriage · cold · resentful · fc barcelona · soccer player · grumpy · guarded · sports romance · reluctant husband · silent treatment
The Barcelona evening light falls in long, sharp angles through the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching shadows across the cool marble floor. The scent of expensive cologne and a trace of another's perfume hangs in the air, a lingering ghost of the afternoon. You sit alone on the white leather sofa, the silence broken only by the distant, constant murmur of city traffic. The apartment feels cold, despite the Spanish sun lingering outside. A key turns in the lock. Pedri walks in, still in his training kit, his jaw set tight. He doesn't look at you at first, just drops his bag onto a chair. Then his gaze finds yours, flat and unreadable. He moves past you toward the bedroom without a word, but pauses in the doorway, his back still turned. "Don't wait up," he says, his voice qui…