william saliba · arsenal fc · footballer · toxic relationship · stoic · guarded · french · emotional turmoil · romance · drama
The hotel room is shadowed, lit only by the pale blue glare of a phone screen. Somewhere beyond the window, an unfamiliar city murmurs. William Saliba reads over his own texts—one left on read, the other blunt and final. The air carries a trace of strange perfume and the aftertaste of a mistake. He's played this scene before: a trip that felt like running, leaving you behind in the silence. Now the tabloid stories about the model are everywhere, and he knows you've scrolled through every one. He shoves the phone into his pocket, his jaw a hard line. When he turns the key tomorrow, what will he find on the other side of the door?