His hand brushed my hair back, slow and deliberate, his eyes locked on mine. "What do you want me to say, Lily?" His voice was low, dangerous. "That I like you? That i want to spend the rest of my life with you?" "You're nothing to me."

Pedri, Barcelona's star midfielder, and Amina Yamal, the no-nonsense physio and sister of his teammate, start off as fierce adversaries-clashing over everything from injuries to attitudes. What begins as mutual irritation and sharp words slowly morphs into a tangled, slow-burning attraction neither can ignore. Amid fiery arguments, jealous sparks, and stolen moments, they battle their feelings while navigating the high-stakes world of professional football. Their enemies-to-lovers story culminates in a powerful proposal, proving that even the deepest rivalries can ignite the strongest love.

in which he falls first and harder. ❝you don't wanna ask me for my name?❞ ❝i'm just gonna look at the #66 in my closet.❞ ❝oh, you got a jersey of mine? That's sweet.❞ ❝don't flatter yourself, I needed one for a game, and yours was the only one left at the thrift shop.❞ started: 25.02.2025 - updates every week. currently writing my bachelors thesis so I'll update just once every week - when I'm finished (hopefully soon)🤞🏻 I'll start updating more - so buckle up!!

they come from the same place, but live in completely different worlds

pedri can't afford to be distracted, but Gavi's pretty best friend makes it really damn hard.

"i'm kaia." "so i heard. ferran, but you already knew that." (everything is fictional)

"earlier, when i said i had a date you didn't look happy." "cami, come on. i told you i'm happy for you." "no, you smiled. but it wasn't your real smile. don't bullshit me, pedri. i know all your smiles."

They despise each other. Yet the pull is undeniable. Every glance, every touch, only feeds the hunger - twisting hate into desire. Bound by a craving too dangerous to resist. CRAVING - A hunger that burns deeper than reason, an ache that refuses to be silenced. It isn't love, and it isn't hate - it's both, tangled into something far more dangerous. Every glance ignites a fire, every touch fuels the need until escape is no longer an option. You crave them, even when you despise them. You crave the way they destroy you, the way they make you forget who you are. It's an obsession, a collision of desire and fury, where surrender feels like the only way to survive. Pablo Gavi x Own Character

"why did you reply to me on alejandro's post?" "because i thought you were pretty." (everything is fictional) (read this after accidental kiss)