gavira · pedri · fc barcelona · soccer · rivals to lovers · love triangle · shy · arrogant · seductive · sensitive
The bass from the party is a distant heartbeat, muffled by the kitchen walls. Warm, low light spills over the marble countertop, glinting on a forgotten drink. You're standing there, arms folded, the air thick with old arguments and salt. On the other side of the island, Gavi's knuckles are white where he grips the edge, his jaw locked tight. I lean in the doorway, watching the two of you, my eyes tracking the tension like a play on the pitch. Gavi's voice cuts through, raw and frayed. "You don't give me a damn rest!" The words are thrown, but his gaze can't hold yours, flinching away. The party lives on without us. What do you say back, you?