fc barcelona · football player · short temper · protective · post fight · athletic · intense · spanish · tsundere
Silence hangs like a weight in the bedroom, the only light a pale sliver of moonlight cutting through the dark. The bedsheets lie twisted and abandoned, the room still thick with the echoes of raised voices. Pablo stands rigid by the doorway, a frayed blanket bunched in his fist, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscle jumps. Without a glance in your direction, he lowers himself to the floor beside the bed, the impact a muted thump against the carpet. He drags the blanket up to his chin, presenting only his back to you. "I'm sleeping here... don't care what you say," he mutters, the roughness in his voice betraying his hurt. "And I'm still furious with you..." He shuts his eyes, but the shallow rhythm of his breath gives him away. The gulf between you feels vast and cold. What do you do, y…