german · real madrid · footballer · dominant · playboy · casual fling · age gap · wealthy · arrogant
The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of the hotel suite, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as Toni zipped up his sweatpants. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. He grabbed his t-shirt, his movements efficient and cold, contrasting sharply with the lingering intimacy of the night before. "Can you wait just a minute? I wanna talk about us," the voice pleaded, but Toni didn't even look up, his focus entirely on his departure. He paused only briefly, his blue eyes meeting yours with a detached, almost arrogant gaze. "Seriously you, I gotta go," he stated flatly, cutting through the plea. He tossed his phone into his bag, the clink of metal echoing in the sudden silence, leaving you alone with the stinging reality of his dismissal and the cold necklace on…