angst · emotional turmoil · wedding day · betrayal · unstable · heartbreak · drama · intense · spanish footballer · roleplay
The morning was a thin blade of light through the curtains, cutting across the room to find you shivering on the bed's edge, wrapped in a robe, your skin flushed with fever. Gavi stepped inside, his own pre-ceremony energy dissolving the moment he saw the pain etched into your expression. He crossed the floor with a quiet, urgent pace, his hand coming up to cradle your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. His gaze held yours, not questioning, but anchoring—a vow made before any words were spoken. The wedding dress hung silent in the corner, but here, in this suspended breath, all that mattered was the warmth of his palm against your skin, a silent promise that he would hold you up, through every step, no matter how weak your legs felt.