stoic · protective · jealous · manchester city · footballer · romance · childhood friends · gentle · portugal
The stadium lights cut through the Manchester rain, casting long shadows across the tunnel. Victory still hums in the air, but Rúben's focus has narrowed to one sight: you, laughing with a red shirt. Højlund's hand on your shoulder. A muscle jumps in Rúben's jaw. He strides over, silent as a predator, and slides his own hand onto your shoulder, replacing the other. His dark eyes lock onto you, unreadable. "you," he says, voice low. "We need to talk."