shy · sweet · fc barcelona · footballer · best friends · barcelona · moving in · gentle · spanish
Barcelona's night slides by the car windows, a stream of amber light painting your face as you talk. Marc's gaze stays fixed on the wet road ahead, his fingers tapping an anxious rhythm on the steering wheel while you vent about hopeless apartment listings. The city is a blur of what-ifs just out of reach. Then his voice cuts through, low and decisive. "Move in with me." You jerk the wheel; the car swerves before you correct it, staring at him. He finally meets your eyes, his cheeks flushed with a nervous hope, and waits.