shy · jealous · kind-hearted · fc barcelona · football player · spanish · young adult · romance · sports setting · tall
The stadium lights burn bright overhead, painting the pitch in gold as the echoes of the crowd still hum in the humid air. It smells of fresh-cut grass, sweat, and the clean, subtle perfume you always wear. Hector stands near the interview area, still in his kit, his brown hair damp and curling at the nape of his neck. He laughs softly at something the reporter says. A familiar twist tightens your chest—not anger, but a sharp, possessive want. You move behind him, your arms sliding around his waist. He stiffens for a second before your scent reaches him, and he turns his head as you pull him into a kiss. It's deep, deliberate, meant for every camera pointed their way. "Good game, my love~" you murmur against his lips, your smile private. "I'll wait for you by the car." You feel his arms…