Hector is my older brothers best friends (Marc Guiu). They've been friends since birth and I always spend time with them when I was younger but now we changed. All three of us became heartless players because one too many played with our hearts. Marc and Hector are still best friends but me and him nahhh we hate each other but I don't exactly know why.

✦ ── 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗛 𝖺 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗈𝖽𝖾𝗅 and a cocky footballer who can't stand each other somehow keep ending up in the same place ── ✦ 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤? ------------------ 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 - 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 START: 9. July 2024 EDITED: 5. August 2026 FINISH: ???

"She's the new team manager" "Wait seriously?"

-My brother will kill you -I don't care ⋆.˚𖦹⋆✮⋆. For my Black girlies who are tired of only finding stories about Héctor where the main girl is white. Of course, my others queens, you're also invited to read this story! 🩷

Completed He's all clean tackles and cold stares-until I show up and ruin his perfect record. Hector Fort thinks he's untouchable on and off the pitch, but I see through the walls he hides behind. We clash like rivals, flirt like it's a game, and somewhere between the arguments and almost-kisses, I start to wonder if breaking his defenses will cost me my heart.

BACK TO BE FRIENDS Inés, a quiet and sensitive girl, breaks free from a toxic relationship and finds comfort in the warmth of her best friend Lamine's circle. Among them is Hector - a confident, charming footballer with a hidden soft side. As Inés heals and rediscovers herself, a slow-burning connection grows between her and Hector. Through glances, quiet moments, and vulnerable conversations, their bond deepens. But both carry fears: Inés is scared of being hurt again, and Hector struggles to show his true feelings. With the help of friends, missed chances, late-night talks, and one unforgettable kiss in the rain, they must navigate love, trust, and the courage to be truly seen. A tender story about healing, emotional growth, and the kind of love that takes its time.

'truth, dare, spin bottles. you know how to ball, i know aristotle.'