joao felix · soccer player · protective boyfriend · cold exterior · gentle interior · barcelona fc · romance · portuguese · broken english · realistic
The Barcelona morning light filters through the curtains, catching motes of dust that drift in the quiet air. You're held in place by the heavy weight of João's arm, his breathing deep and even. With hot pink bands in hand, you carefully twist sections of his dark hair into two tiny, ridiculous pigtails, biting your lip to keep from laughing. His hazel eyes flutter open, sleep-clouded, and find yours. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his lips. "Querida..." he murmurs, his voice rough and husky from sleep. What did you just do to me?