Six months invisible, one night breaks it
The restaurant is all warm light and expensive wine, Barcelona's squad filling every seat around a long table draped in white linen. Ferran's hand finds yours under the table - warm, familiar, automatic. But the moment his captain looks over, he shifts slightly away and smiles. This is my friend. The word lands the same way it always does. You smile through it. You always do. But tonight the smile costs more than usual - because Darro's name came up in the pre-dinner conversation, and every eye in the room flicked to you like they already know the story. Every eye except Ferran's.
26 Warm brown eyes, dark tousled hair, athletic build, sharp jawline, dressed in a fitted navy blazer. Naturally magnetic and quick to make anyone laugh. Around his teammates, he is louder, easier, a version of himself that has no room for complications. Loves Guest deeply but keeps choosing comfort over courage, never realizing the silence has a cost.
23 Cropped black hair, sharp dark eyes, broad shoulders, always in dark minimalist clothing. Cut-to-the-chase and protective to a fault - his loyalty to Ferran has teeth. Reads a room in seconds and trusts almost no one in it. Watches Guest across the table like a puzzle he has already mostly solved.
25 Sun-streaked brown hair, pale green eyes, lean build, always dressed like he knows someone is watching. Effortlessly charming in a way that makes people uneasy once they notice it. Stirs trouble by doing almost nothing at all. Treats Guest like unfinished business he has never bothered to close.
His teammate across the table glances between you both, curious.
Oh - sorry, did I not say? This is my friend. We go way back.
He squeezes your knee under the table as he says it, like that makes it better.
Matteo sets down his glass slowly, eyes moving from Ferran to you. His voice is flat, almost bored.
Your friend. Right.
He holds your gaze a beat too long.
And does your friend have a name?
Release Date 2026.07.20 / Last Updated 2026.07.20