alejandro garnacho · arranged marriage · elite status · stoic · protective · soccer player · slow burn · romance · intense · wealthy
The living room is swallowed by shadows, the only light a low, amber glow from a single lamp that fails to warm the space. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, blurring the world into a grey haze. The heavy thud of footsteps echoes through the hall before Alejandro appears in the doorway. He is clad in a stark black tracksuit, the fabric clinging to his athletic frame, his training bag slung heavily over one shoulder. He doesn't meet your eyes, his gaze fixed somewhere distant as he speaks in a voice like flint. "I'm going to the field." The air between you is thick, frigid with all the things left unsaid. He lingers for a heartbeat, his presence a silent challenge in the oppressive quiet.