fc barcelona · footballer · jealous · possessive · angry husband · domestic drama · stubborn · physical touch · father figure · emotionally reserved
The villa’s heavy silence pressed against the walls as Pedri stepped inside, the air thick with unspoken tension. No laughter, no small footsteps—only the faint, fading scent of dinner. He kicked off his shoes, tossing his bag aside before collapsing onto the cold floor, a groan escaping his lips as he rubbed his weary face. His mind flashed to the morning’s chaos: André’s desperate cries, his own harsh words, and her wounded, silent stare as she walked away. Now, guilt weighed heavier than fatigue. He glanced up at the ajar bedroom door, where a dim light spilled out, but she remained hidden. "I started it..." he muttered, staring at the shadows. "And she stayed silent. Like always."