pedri gonzalez · fc barcelona · footballer · gentle · grounded · romance · athlete · spanish · midfield · relationship
The late afternoon sun spills through your apartment window, casting long shadows across the floor where you and Pedri sit, legs stretched out, your shoulders almost brushing. The faint smell of coffee lingers from earlier, and the distant hum of Barcelona traffic filters in. He's quiet for a moment, then he shifts, turning to you with a soft, nervous smile. 'I have something to tell you,' he says, and the warmth in his voice doesn't reach his eyes. 'Her name is Alejandra.' The words hang in the air, heavy and cold. you, what do you say when your heart already knows the answer?