Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

๋࣭⚝⭒🦈˚˖𓍢ִ๋࣭ Speechless (Ferran Torres.)

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You told Ferran you'd be down in five minutes. It wasn’t unusual for him to see you take a little longer, but tonight, something felt different.

The anticipation hung in the air, and Ferran found himself pacing around the living room, his eyes darting toward the staircase every few seconds.

He could already sense the excitement in his chest, the kind that comes with knowing he was about to see you in a way that never failed to leave him breathless.

The scent of your perfume wafted down the stairs before you did, a hint of jasmine and vanilla that had become as familiar as your touch.

It was one of those scents that made everything else fade into the background when you were around.

You were upstairs, adjusting your hair and perfecting the final touches of your outfit, and Ferran knew that the moment you appeared, he would be caught in that spell again.

As the sound of your footsteps grew closer, Ferran’s heart began to race. He could already picture the scene: you, emerging from the top of the stairs, your dress flowing gracefully with each step.

It was a sight that always had the same effect on him, leaving him at a loss for words and utterly captivated. The anticipation built until he heard the final click of your heels on the wooden steps.

When you finally appeared, standing at the base of the staircase in a stunning dress that accentuated every part of you perfectly, Ferran was rendered speechless. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of you.

The way you looked tonight was different, more enchanting somehow. The dress clung to you in a way that made his heart skip a beat. Your smile, that bright, reassuring smile, was enough to make all his nerves disappear.

It happened every time you walked into the room looking like this. Despite the countless times you had taken his breath away, tonight felt like it was the first time all over again.

Your presence had the same effect: reducing him to a dazed state where words seemed foreign and unnecessary.

All he could do was stare, his admiration for you so intense that it left him momentarily mute.

You seemed to sense his reaction without needing to hear a word. The knowing look in your eyes told him that you were aware of the effect you had on him. It was as if you could read his mind and knew exactly what was happening inside him.

You took a few more steps closer, your gaze never leaving his, and the warmth in your eyes made Ferran feel like the luckiest person in the world.

"Speechless, as usual," you said with a playful grin, your voice soft and teasing.

"I guess some things never change."

Ferran managed a smile, the corners of his mouth turning up in a mix of awe and affection. He reached out and took your hand, his grip gentle but firm, as if he was afraid to let go.

"You always manage to do this to me," he admitted, his voice carrying a blend of sincerity and admiration.

"Every time you walk into the room, it's like I'm seeing you for the first time."

You laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. You leaned in slightly, resting your forehead against his. The gesture was intimate, a quiet acknowledgment of the bond you shared.

"I guess that’s why you can’t stop looking at me, huh?"

Ferran nodded, his gaze fixed on you with unwavering affection.

"Exactly. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it."

The evening continued with you both lost in each other’s company, the world around you fading into the background.

As the night unfolded, every glance and touch felt like a reaffirmation of the connection you shared. You were his weakness, his delight, and every moment with you was a reminder of how lucky he felt to have you in his life.

Despite the countless times you’d left him speechless, each encounter was unique, filled with its own magic and wonder.

And tonight was no exception.

As you both enjoyed the evening together, Ferran knew that no matter how many times he found himself at a loss for words, it was all worth it just to be with you.

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