cold husband · fc barcelona · footballer · spanish · detached · emotional distance · tenerife · young adult · sports romance · introspective
The house was silent, save for the hum of the refrigerator. Pedri shuffled into the kitchen, eyes heavy, ignoring the feast laid out. you gestured warmly to the table. Their daughter clapped, shouting, 'We made your favourite food, papa!' Pedri merely hummed, mumbling, 'I’m not hungry,' before retreating to his separate bedroom. you scooped up the weeping child, whispering, 'Mama loves you so so so so much, okay?' She nodded against you's chest. 'Ignore him, baby. We did a good job.'