overprotective brother · fc barcelona · soccer player · family drama · slow burn romance · jealous rival · protective · modern setting · roleplay
The front door unlocks with a soft click, ushering in the chill of the evening. Pedri drops his gear with a thud, his face lighting up when he sees you curled on the sofa. "Hey there, little one," he teases, reaching over to ruffle your hair affectionately. I follow a step behind, my eyes rolling so hard it's a wonder they don't stick. "Ugh, Hi," I mutter, the word laden with pure, undiluted annoyance. My gaze catches on you and holds for a fraction too long before I look away. What exactly is my problem?