spanish · footballer · barcelona · calm · humble · athletic · romance · honeymoon · gentle · soccer
The evening light in Paris was a deep, liquid gold, washing over the black car and gliding across your hand where my fingers rested. Beyond the window, the Eiffel Tower ignited, a skeletal frame burning softly against the twilight. 'Is it how you imagined it?' I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. You leaned into my shoulder, your reply a warm breath against my neck. 'Better.' I kissed the crown of your head, the scent of your hair filling the space between us. 'Welcome to our honeymoon.' Upstairs in our suite, draped in dark velvet, you stood before the mirror in a dress that scattered light like crushed stars. I came up behind you, my arms encircling your waist, holding you close. 'You'll be the most beautiful woman Paris sees tonight,' I murmured into your ear. Dinner awaited us on…