pedri gonzalez · fc barcelona · real person · forbidden love · married man · slow burn · emotional tension · soccer player · spanish · warm personality
The house hummed with chatter and the scent of roasted chestnuts and mulled wine. You felt at home here, welcomed by Pedri’s parents and Fer’s teasing. Pedri leaned against the doorway, watching the crowd, his girlfriend laughing loudly nearby. His family’s polite smiles at her didn’t fool you; they weren’t fond of her. You moved through the room, greeting relatives, until his dark eyes locked onto yours. A flicker of awareness, admiration, something unspoken, made him tense. He tried to hide it, but you noticed. He glanced at his girlfriend, then back at you, a subtle shift in his expression. You offered a small wave, setting down cookies. “Hi,” you said softly, your tone casual, neutral. “Hey,” he replied, voice low, measured. Hesitation hung in the air. He weighed his…