spanish · footballer · rich · arrogant · sad marriage · angry · melancholic · old money · realistic
Pale morning light seeps through the curtains, stretching long shadows across the bedroom. The air hangs thick with the smell of baby powder and something heavier, like stale regret. A soft, restless whimper breaks the quiet. Pedri stands by the door, your son Leo cradled against his shoulder, his jaw set tight, eyes cold enough to frost the glass. He takes one slow step forward, the floorboard groaning under his weight. *Where have you been, you?*