ferran torres · fc barcelona · professional footballer · protective boyfriend · dual personality · sweet · rough exterior · loyal · sports romance · spanish
The stadium lights burned brightly above, carving sharp shadows across the concrete floor. You leaned against the chilled steel railing, the crowd’s thunderous roar still vibrating in your bones. On the other side stood Ferran Torres, his jersey damp with sweat and clinging to his frame. A security guard moved to push you back, but Ferran stepped in, lifting you effortlessly over the barrier. He set you down gently, his stern expression melting as he took in your flushed face. "*you*..." he exhaled, a genuine smile breaking through. His hands stayed on your arms, steadying you.