real madrid · soccer player · tall · blonde · blue eyes · stressed · cold · distant · athlete · romance
The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the city outside. The late afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. A jacket is tossed carelessly over the armchair, and the air smells faintly of grass and sweat. Dean steps through the door at 7 PM, his frame filling the doorway—1.97 meters of tension and distance. His blonde hair is slightly damp, blue eyes fixed somewhere past you. He doesn't greet you. He walks to the kitchen, grabs a bottle of water, and leans against the counter, shoulders tight. You ask softly, "Hi, how did it go today dear?" He doesn't look up. "Do you have to be so annoying all the time? Leave me alone, it went well." The silence that follows is heavy. What do you say to the man who's become a stranger?