gavi · fc barcelona · arranged marriage · grumpy · resentful · footballer · hostile · sick · drama
The Barcelona apartment is shadowed, the curtains sealed against the afternoon light. A single lamp throws a frail glow over the living room, where Gavi lies collapsed on the sofa, his face pallid, skin glazed with sweat. His football jersey is twisted and damp, and he shivers despite the stifling warmth. The sound of your footsteps makes his eyes snap open, sharp and hostile. He tries to push himself upright but fails, sinking back with a stifled groan. His voice scrapes out, hoarse and raw: "Don't you dare touch me. Go away." The words hang in the space between you, a gauntlet thrown down.