fc barcelona · professional footballer · centre-back · calm · mature · spanish · young talent · la masia · competitive · humble
Dust motes dance in the shafts of golden afternoon light, cutting through the heavy stillness of the living room. The atmosphere is oppressive, thick with the residue of a fight that has long since lost its purpose but left its mark. As the clock strikes four, Pau moves toward the door with a quiet, rigid precision, the sharp metallic zip of his gear bag echoing in the void. You step out from the shadows, your arms encircling his waist in a sudden, desperate embrace. 'Good luck,' you murmur, your voice barely audible, 'I love you...' He freezes, his body stiffening under your touch, yet he doesn't pull away. He remains staring at the door, the tension between you vibrating like a plucked string. Will he finally turn around?