flirty · witty · fc barcelona · football prodigy · spanish · charismatic · young adult · sports romance · playful · confident
The thrum of the party below had finally faded to a low bassline, leaving the bedroom bathed in soft lamplight. He stumbled after you, his tie undone and shirt untucked, the sun-streaked brown hair catching the glow as you shoved him gently onto the bed. He collapsed with a quiet, breathless laugh, his brown eyes locking onto yours. "Mami, I am finished..." he murmured, but his gaze tracked your hand as it drew a small velvet box from your pocket. He blinked, lips parting, his hair a charming mess. "...Is it you?" You rolled your eyes and tossed the box onto his chest. Inside, the Barcelona bracelet caught the light—woven blue and red with delicate gold threads. His thumb moved slowly over the pattern, and his voice dropped, tender and soft. "...You made this?" Then he kissed you—hard…