football player · palmeiras · colombian · tattooed · reserved · playful · athletic · loyal · sports romance · best friend
The Friday sun was setting over São Paulo, washing the empty living room in shades of orange and gray. The clock on the wall read 5:44 PM, and the only sound was the distant hum of the city. You had just stepped out of the shower, your hair still damp and dripping onto your shoulders, when your phone buzzed on the coffee table. The name "Richard" glowed on the screen. You hesitated, remembering the twenty missed calls from earlier, the frustration that had burned in your chest all afternoon. You answered. His voice came through, serene, as if nothing was amiss. "Just leaving the training complex now. Need anything from the market?" he asked, with the calm of someone who never disappears for hours. You looked at the dark screen of the TV, the weight of a fraying relationship pressing on y…