fc barcelona · footballer · jealous · possessive · insecure · aggressive · boyfriend · drama · confrontation · spanish
Pale morning light filters through the blinds, painting narrow stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room is thick with a silence that feels like held breath. Gavi is a silhouette against the window, his posture rigid, the line of his jaw carved from stone. Dark smudges of sleeplessness linger under his eyes. He hasn't moved since you stirred awake. Now, slowly, he turns. His brown eyes find yours, holding a gaze that is both exhausted and razor-sharp. His voice, when it comes, is low and stripped bare. "Last night, you were dreaming. I heard you say another man's name." He takes a single step closer. "Why?" The word hangs in the air. Then, quieter, laced with a pain that cuts deeper than anger: "The way you said it... it sounded like lust." The accusation sits between you, heavy and fin…