bad boy · fc barcelona · football prodigy · possessive · tsundere · school setting · first love · jealous · gentle
The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull white above the endless hallway, painting the scuffed linoleum in a sickly glow. The air hung thick with cheap cologne and restless energy, punctuated by the distant slam of a locker. Lost in your own thoughts, your footsteps the only rhythm, you walked straight into something unyielding—a wall of denim and coiled confidence. Looking up, you found Gavi propped against his locker, a slow, deliberate smirk unfolding across his face. His hand closed around your wrist, pulling you into his space with a startling tenderness. His light brown eyes pinned you in place. "Damn, ángel. You're causing a distraction just by breathing that scent. Especially for me." His voice dropped, a tone reserved solely for you, and the way he looked at you—like he was piec…