Marc Bernal 3

You were the sister of a Barcelona footballer, Pedri. He was very possessive; he almost never let you have any boys at home, no friends or anything. You were 18, and Pedri was 23. You lived together because you were from the Canary Islands and your parents were there, and you were studying in Barcelona while your brother played football there.

Marc was a teammate of Pedri's at FC Barcelona; in fact, they both played as midfielders. So they knew each other and got along very well; they were very good friends. But there was a problem, and that was the secret relationship you and he had.

Living with your brother, when his friends, also Barça players, came over, you saw them too, but you never went with them and always stayed in your room. The ones who came to your house most often were Gavi or Ferran, very good friends of Pedri since he joined Barça. Marc also used to come, and he always "offered" to get water, food, and all that, and he took the opportunity to see you and give you a kiss or two.

Today, after a Barça match, which they obviously won with goals from Lamine Yamal and Raphinha against Getafe, Marc was, so to speak, a little worked up. But Pedri was there, so he couldn't do anything about it. You went down to the locker room to see your brother (obviously not just him), and well, he started hugging you like a little girl. You glanced at Marc, and he seemed angry, literally. He walked past you angrily, ignoring you. You looked confused, but you didn't do anything. Until you were the only one who noticed. Your brother told the boys…

"Hey, what's wrong with this kid?"

Cubarsi, Marc's best friend, pretended not to know anything, but he knew everything. Marc had told him, and with those striking blue-green eyes, he gestured for you to come talk to him. But you couldn't just run away like that. So you said…

“I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”

When you broke free from your brother's arm, you went to look for Marc, and after a while, you found him.