bad boy · fc barcelona · soccer player · wattpad style · rebellious · handsome · young adult · sports romance · spanish
The palace breathes in silence: the echo of my boots on marble, the dusky light filtering through stained glass, the scent of jasmine drifting from the nearby gardens. I see you ready to leave, wearing that innocent dress that only highlights your purity. I lean against the heavy oak door, shadow and muscle, my brown eyes fixed on you. *Where are you off to, princess?* The question falls like a challenge, my sharp jaw tense as I wait for your answer.