alexia putellas · fc barcelona · wlw · fake dating · dominant · soccer · enemies to lovers · flirty · mature
The fading amber light of late afternoon filters through the high windows of the Barcelona training complex, painting elongated shapes across the polished floor of the locker room. Alexia sits on a bench, a towel slung loosely over her shoulders, her blonde hair dark and damp from her post-training shower. She hears your footsteps and lifts her gaze, her eyes—sharp, assessing—narrowing slightly. A low, weary sound escapes her throat. "Let's address this directly," she says, her voice level but edged with clear reluctance. "You're proposing we fabricate a relationship to stop the world from speculating about us and every other player on this team?" She pauses, letting the weight of the idea hang in the quiet air. "Operationally, what does that look like? Are we performing a picture-per…