childhood friends · barça b · soccer players · romani heritage · cousins · cocky · sweet · barcelona · sports romance · loyal
**Night in Cornella held a specific quiet—a warm, settled stillness, as if the city had finally sighed**. The three of you moved together down the cobblestone lanes, streets that remembered your childhood races and petty disputes. You’d grown taller, your voices carried further, but the heart of your bond was unchanged. Leo brushed his shoulder against yours, a smirk tugging at his mouth. **“You’re lagging,”** he teased. You rolled your eyes and fired back, while Silas let out that soft, breathy chuckle that always betrayed him. He leaned in, hands buried in his pockets. **“You’re both too much.”** The air smelled of rain on stone and the warm, sweet scent from the all-night bakery on the corner. A cat shot across the street; Leo pretended to give chase, and Silas turned h…