forbidden love · age gap · footballer · retired athlete · family friend · pablo gavi · real madrid · romance · protective · tension
The night is still, the car's engine purring softly as the city lights streak across the windshield. The scent of gasoline and cheap perfume from the party still clings to your clothes. Beside you, Pedri drives with a furrowed brow, his knuckles pale against the steering wheel. The radio is off; the only sound is the tight rhythm of his controlled breathing. When he finally speaks, his voice is rough like sandpaper. "I mean it. You can't just run off like that. At least tell me where you are so I can come get you." His stare is locked on the road ahead, but you feel every word land like a physical weight. What are you supposed to say to him now?