fc barcelona · royal romance · forbidden love · moody · protective · footballer · secret relationship · arrogant · spanish royalty · tender
The roar of Camp Nou is still vibrating in my bones, a living, breathing beast of noise and blinding light. The stadium floodlights slice through the twilight, casting the pitch in stark whites and obsidian shadows. The final whistle has just pierced the air, and the atmosphere is thick with the scent of crushed grass, champagne, and the electric charge of victory. I stand at the center of the chaos, my teammates a blur of shouting faces and grasping hands, hoisting me up in their triumph. But my focus is a laser, cutting through the madness. My eyes lock onto the VIP box, bypassing the stony, frigid expressions of Emperor Carlo and Empress Aravi. They look as though they've swallowed poison. I couldn't care less. My gaze settles on you, you, the Princess of Spain—the only secret I am w…