Summary: his face is a thing, but his voice is another thing, how his girl can survive his deep ass voice?
Word count: 1k
Marc Bernal x Reader
The thing about Marc that confused people the most was simple.
His face. Marc had what everyone called a baby face. Soft features. Calm eyes. The kind of expression that made him look younger than he actually was. Quiet. Gentle. Almost shy sometimes.
But then, he would talk. And suddenly people would pause. Because his voice didn’t match the face at all.
It was deep. Low. Smooth in a way that made people turn their heads without even realizing why.
She had been dating him for almost a year now. Almost a year. And somehow, she still wasn’t used to it. Not even a little.
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The team dorm party was loud.
Music coming from a speaker of Lamine’s connected phone, players laughing loudly, a few of them arguing about football like it was a life or death situation mainly Rapha and Fermin
It wasn’t an official event. Just one of those spontaneous nights when the players decided they didn’t want to sleep early.
Ferran ordered food. Pedri brought drinks. And suddenly half the team was hanging out in the dorm living area.
She had come with Marc, of course, which meant she was automatically pulled into the chaos.
“Wait wait wait,” she said, laughing. “You’re telling me you actually slipped?”
“I didn’t slip,” protested Hector from the couch beside her.
“You fell.”
“I tripped.”
“That’s the same thing!”
“It’s not!”
She laughed again, nudging his arm lightly. Hector was one of her closest friends among Marc’s teammates.
They got along easily. Too easily sometimes.
And tonight the two of them had ended up sitting close on one of the couches, joking around while the others talked nearby.
“You’re exaggerating,” Hector said.
“I literally saw the video.”
“You’re a terrible friend.”
“Your balance is terrible.”
He shoved her shoulder playfully and she shoved him back.
Across the room, Marc leaned against the kitchen counter with a bottle of water in his hand. Watching.
Not in an obvious way. Marc wasn’t the type to stare dramatically or interrupt conversations.
That wasn’t his personality. He just observed quietly.
But his eyes kept drifting back to the couch, to her and Hector.
The way they were leaning toward each others when they talked. The way she kept touching his arm when shelaughed. The way their shoulders brushed.
Marc exhaled slowly. He knew her well, she was simply an affectionate person with everyone.
She didn’t think about those things. But still…It was starting to bother him.
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“Okay but listen,” she said, still laughing, “the funniest part was your face when you realized everyone saw you.”
Hector groaned. “Please stop.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“You looked so shocked!”
He reached over and grabbed one of the couch pillows, lightly hitting her with it. “Shut up.”
She laughed harder, grabbing the pillow and pushing it back toward him. “Violence!”
“Deserved violence.”
She leaned closer to whisper dramatically. “I’m telling everyone.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Oh I would.”
Across the room, Marc’s jaw tightened slightly. Not angry.
Just…Possessive irritation.
Because the distance between his girl and Hector right now? Too close. Way too close for his liking.
Marc pushed himself off the counter.
She was still mid conversation when she suddenly felt someone step behind the couch.
She barely noticed at first, until a hand rested on the back of the couch just behind her shoulder.
She turned slightly. It was Marc. He was standing right behind her. Tall. Calm expression. Eyes on her.
“Hey,” she said automatically.
Then he spoke lowly. “Come with me.”
Her brain immediately short circuited for a second. There it was. That voice. Low. Deep.
She blinked. Even after all these months, it still hit her like that.
Marc noticed the tiny reaction instantly. He always did.
Hector glanced up between the two of tjem and smirked slightly already knowing what’s happening.
She cleared her throat. “What?”
Marc tilted his head slightly. “I said come with me.”
She felt butterflies in her stomach because of his low tone.
She stood up without even realizing she was doing it.
Hector laughed quietly. “Yeah, I think you’re being summoned.”
“Shut up,” she muttered, trying to step on his foot.
Marc gently took her wrist and guided her away from Hector and a few steps away from the couch, toward the hallway where it was quieter.
She looked up at him. “What was that?”
Marc crossed his arms casually. “You seemed busy.”
“I was talking.”
“With Hector.”
“Yes?”
Marc raised one eyebrow slightly. “You were practically sitting on him.”
She blinked. “I was not.”
“You were.”
“We were just joking around.”
Marc studied her face for a moment. He wasn’t angry. Just serious.
Quietly possessive in that calm way he had. “I know,” he said. “But you were a little too comfortable.”
Her heart fluttered again. “Are you jealous.”
Marc shrugged slightly. “Maybe.”
She smiled. “That’s new.”
He leaned a little closer. “No it’s not.”
Her stomach flipped again. “Marc…”
“Hmm?”
“You know Hector is literally your teammate.”
“I know.”
“And my friend.”
“I know.”
“And you trust me.”
“I do.”
She crossed her arms playfully. “So what’s the issue?”
Marc leaned down slightly even more so his face was closer to hers. And when he spoke again, his voice dropped even lower. “You forgot something.”
Her breath caught slightly. “What?”
“I’m your boyfriend.”
Her brain went completely blank for a second. That damn voice. Right there. So close.
She swallowed. “You always do that on purpose.”
“Do what?”
“Talk like that.”
Marc blinked innocently, he already knows that she has a thing for his voice because how many times she blushes almost every time he talks. “Like what?”
“Like-” she gestured vaguely “-that.”
He smiled slightly. “I’m just talking.”
She groaned quietly. “This is unfair.”
“Why?”
“You know your voice does that thing.”
“What thing?”
She pointed at his chest. “That” . She was struggling to explain how his voice does.
Marc looked amused now. “So my voice is the problem.”
“Yes.”
“Not you sitting too close to Hector.”
“That’s different.”
Marc shook his head slightly, but his hand gently slipped around her waist, pulling her a little closer. “Stay near me from now on” he said softly.
Her heart skipped. “…Okay.”
From the living room, Hector’s voice suddenly shouted, “HEY BERNAL DID YOU STEAL HER??”
Marc didn’t even look back. He just answered calmly. “Yes, I did.”
Her face turned red immediately.
Marc glanced down at her and that tiny smile returned again. The quiet one. The one that always made her heart race.
