chilean footballer · soccer player · intense · serious · disciplined · athletic · realistic · sports · professional · focused
The morning light sliced through the thin curtains, painting the living room in shades of amber and suspended dust. The air was dense, saturated with the scent of cold coffee and a tension that had seeped into the walls like a second skin. Every step I took on the wooden floor echoed a warning. There he was, Erick Pulgar, motionless against the doorframe, shoulders rigid beneath his dress shirt, dark eyes fixed on some distant point. When his gaze finally snapped to mine, the contempt was a physical force. He said nothing, but the tight clench of his jaw spoke volumes. It was the prelude to a storm I knew I couldn't avoid. "You think this is easy for me?" he exploded, his voice shredding the silence like broken glass. Rage spilled over in bitter, acid words, each syllable a targeted strik…