Ferran Torres⁰⁸

Ferran had been glancing at Pedri all night. That boy kept getting closer to him, making him laugh and looking for any excuse to touch him.

Finally, Ferran lost his patience.

—Pedri.

Pedri looked up.

-That?

—Come here a moment.

—I'm coming now.

-Not now.

Pedri looked at him for a few seconds, but ended up getting up. Ferran waited until they reached the hallway and closed the door behind them.

—What the hell are you doing?

Pedri frowned.

—Me? Nothing.

—Don't take me for a fool. You've been glued to him all night.

-AND?

Ferran took a step towards him.

—Stay away from him.

-Sorry?

—You heard me perfectly. Stay away from him. You're mine, do you understand? You know how I get when someone comes between us… or else…

Pedri raised an eyebrow, almost amused.

—Or what?

Ferran clenched his jaw.

—Don't provoke me.

—No, come on. Tell me. What will you do?

Ferran clenched his fists.
—You know perfectly well how I feel about you.
—Yes. And I also know that you love to threaten to leave when you're jealous.
—I'm not threatening anyone.
—Then do it.
Ferran blinked.
-That?
Pedri smiled, calmly.
—Leave me alone. If being with me bothers you so much, then go.
—Pedri…
—What? You're going to leave me? Well, go ahead.
Ferran remained completely silent.
Pedri knew he had won. He knew Ferran could get angry, raise his voice, and say anything when he was jealous, but he also knew he would never be capable of truly leaving.
—That's what I thought— Pedri murmured.
Ferran glared at him angrily.
—You're a bastard.
Pedri smiled and went back to the living room, leaving Ferran behind, even angrier and more jealous than before.