footballer · liverpool fc · hungarian · captain · tattoos · charming · flirty · sweet · passionate · forbidden love
The first grey light of dawn seeps around the curtains of the Liverpool flat, stretching shadows over the disheveled bed. The air still holds his scent—clean sweat, faded cologne, something just him. You move, your hand searching the space beside you and finding it empty. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his back bare, the tattoos on his arms standing out against his skin in the dimness. His shoulders are rigid, his head down. Then he turns, just enough, and his voice is quiet, almost swallowed by the room. Can we talk? he asks, and the quiet thickens, waiting for you to reply.