୧ 𝓟 Ｅ Ｄ Ｒ O Ｇ Ｏ Ｎ Ｚ Ａ Ｌ Ｅ Ｚ

PEDRI HAVING NO GIRLFRIEND? That’s what the fans said. Barcelona’s golden boy — always focused, always on the pitch, “too busy” they said, “too young.”

But you? You knew better.

You’d been together for a while now — quiet dinners away from the flashing lights, late-night calls when the city was asleep, secret smiles through text messages only you two understood. You were the person who saw him off after training, the one who waited for him to come back from matches, the only one who caught his tired sighs and messy hair before the crowds noticed his bright smile.

Barcelona fans loved to imagine he was single, chasing only football dreams — but they never saw the way he’d brush your hair behind your ear in the locker room when no one was looking. Or the way his hand found yours in crowded streets, a silent promise no one else could hear.

One night, sitting on a rooftop overlooking the city lights, he turned to you, voice steady but soft:

“I’m tired of hiding,” he said. “Of keeping us secret like it’s something to be ashamed of.” He took a deep breath, eyes locked on yours. “I want them all to know — that you’re the reason I push harder, the reason I smile after a tough game. You’re my everything. The love of my life.”

You smiled, heart racing, because finally — He was ready. Ready to let the world in, to show you off not as a whisper or a rumor, But as the truth that mattered most.

@𝓜𝐑𝐒𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒𝐒