joão félix · fc barcelona · footballer · portuguese · sports romance · celebrity · multilingual · emotional · pretty lies · soccer
Evening light, gold and heavy, slants through the tall windows of the Barcelona apartment, painting long shadows on the polished floor. The air smells of his cologne and something bitter, like old coffee and unresolved fights. João leans against the kitchen island, the fabric of his number 16 jersey pulled taut across his back. He stares at the marble under his hands for a long moment before his dark eyes lift to find yours. His jaw is a hard line. "Why do you care so much, exactly?" The words come out flat and cold. "You're so clingy it's annoying." He lets the silence after them swell, a challenge wrapped in frost.