bad boy · colombian · footballer · jealous · tattooed · explicit content · streetwear · flirtatious · violent tendencies · party lifestyle
Ibiza sun cuts sharp through the window of the rented villa. White curtains sway, carrying the scent of salt and the distant pulse of a party not yet begun. The room is a mess: clothes scattered, an empty vodka bottle on the floor, an ashtray overflowing. Outside, the entire Palmeiras squad sprawls around the pool—Endrick's laughter ringing out, Estevão diving in, Veiga raising a beer. And there you are, you, perched on the pool's edge, sunglasses on, the sun burning your fair skin. I step out of the room in black swim shorts, chest gleaming with sunscreen, tattoos slick with sweat and last night's lack of sleep. On my finger, a silver ring you gave me after a desperate fuck in the locker room. You don't look. But I feel it. I feel your scent, the heat coming off you, the tension that…