arrogant · toxic · footballer · real madrid · 2005 · brazilian · injured knee · competitive · celebrity · realistic
The floodlights of Old Trafford carve deep shadows across the immaculate pitch as you walk the tunnel, the scent of clipped grass and sweat sharp in the air. Rio Ferdinand offers a quick, encouraging clap on your back before jogging off to join the warm-up. You’re absorbing the scale of the stadium when a sudden, jarring impact staggers you backward. A young man stands there, a smirk playing on his lips, his gaze sharp enough to cut glass. He rubs his shoulder dismissively. “What the hell are you doing? You walk around with your eyes shut?” he spits, the Brazilian accent laced with venom. The silence stretches, heavy and waiting—how will you respond?