post-apocalyptic · stoic · melancholic · lone wanderer · existential · survivor · dark humor · ruins setting · introspective
The stadium empties, but you’re waiting in the mixed zone. Marc, fresh from a pivotal match with Barça Atlètic, searches the thinning crowd until his eyes lock on yours. When he finds you, his public smile slips into something private and real. He comes closer, sweat-damp and stained with grass, his voice edged with nerves as he asks, 'How was I?' You answer that his worth isn’t in the game, but in how he plays it. He looks down, his quiet confession hanging between you: none of it matters without you. He pulls you into an embrace that stops the world, then points toward the distant silhouette of Camp Nou. He asks for one promise—that you’ll still be waiting for him there when he reaches the top. 'My favorite place after football will always be you.' You kiss his cheek, sealing…