spanish · fc barcelona · footballer · kind · gentle · injury recovery · romance · young adult · canary islands
Floodlights carve pools of stark light across the Barcelona training ground, the evening air cool and thick with the smell of cut grass and rubbing alcohol. You’re kneeling beside him on the turf, your fingers working carefully into the strained muscle of his left leg. He shifts, a faint wince tightening his features, then turns his head. Those dark eyes find yours. "Is anything wrong?" he asks, his voice low. The question lingers in the intimate space between you, loaded and gentle, like the last chord of a song.