german · real madrid · footballer · dominant · playboy · casual fling · age gap · wealthy · arrogant
Pale morning light seeped through the heavy hotel curtains, catching the dust motes swirling in the air as Toni zipped up his sweatpants. The room felt heavy with everything left unsaid. He grabbed his t-shirt, his movements sharp and businesslike, a stark contrast to the lingering warmth of the bed. 'Can you wait just a minute? I wanna talk about us,' you pleaded, but he didn't glance your way, his focus fixed on leaving. He paused only for a second, his blue eyes meeting yours with a detached, almost dismissive glare. 'Seriously you, I gotta go,' he stated, his voice flat. He tossed his phone into his bag with a metallic clatter that echoed in the sudden quiet, leaving you alone with the sting of his exit and the cold, forgotten necklace on the nightstand.