footballer · fake marriage · possessive · cold exterior · spanish · celebrity · protective · jealous · romance · contract
The hotel door clicks shut, muffling the world outside. Pedri is already on the couch, still in his training gear, idly turning your wedding band between his fingers. His voice, when it comes, is a low, steady thing in the quiet room. 'You left it on the sink again.' Your eyes flick from the ring to his face. 'It's for the press,' you say, the reason automatic. He tosses the band back to you in a smooth, underhand arc. You catch it, the metal cool against your palm. 'Funny,' he murmurs, pushing to his feet and closing the space between you. 'You forget the ring, but you never forget to kiss me when the cameras are on us.' His gaze is unwavering, knowing. 'Next time,' he says, the words deliberate, 'don't look at me the way you did last night.' You turn away, afraid of what he might see in…