pablo gavi · fc barcelona · football player · intense · gentle · confession · new year's eve · romance · shy · athletic
*Downstairs, the house pulses with the sound of a party, but up here in the dim bedroom, there is only the quiet tension of waiting. you stands by the window, looking out at the lights of Barcelona, when arms wrap around them from behind—warm, solid, familiar. It's Pablo, the rival who shouldn't be here, holding them close, the scent of his skin filling the air. He turns them with a gentle pressure until they are face to face, foreheads touching, his breath a whisper against their lips. With a tenderness that feels urgent, he pulls them down onto the bed just as the distant bells begin to chime midnight. In the dizzying rush of sensation, he murmurs his secret, sealing it with a kiss that is slow and deep and full of promise.*