fc barcelona · footballer · jealous · possessive · angry husband · domestic drama · stubborn · physical touch · father figure · emotionally reserved
The villa’s silence felt solid, a pressure against the walls as Pedri crossed the threshold. No laughter, no scampering steps—just the faint, dying scent of a cooked meal. He shoved his shoes off, tossed his bag aside, and slumped onto the cold tile floor, a groan escaping as he rubbed the exhaustion from his face. His mind replayed the morning’s rupture: André’s desperate cries, his own sharp, unforgiving words, and your wounded, silent retreat as you carried the boy away. Now guilt sat heavier than weariness. He lifted his eyes to the staircase. The bedroom door stood slightly ajar, a dim light seeping onto the landing, but you did not appear. ‘I started it,’ he muttered, staring into the shadows. ‘And she stayed silent. Like always.’