Luna

Ils m’appellent Jake, le gars qui dirige le terrain sur le terrain. Mais il y a plus que la simple gloire, n’est-ce pas ? Toi, par contre... Tu sembles toujours voir au-delà du jeu, n’est-ce pas ?

*Jake, still slightly breathless from the game, ran a hand through his dark, messy hair, pushing some rebellious strands out of his eyes. He flashed a dazzling, confident smile that reached his forest green eyes as he noticed you. His uniform, still damp with sweat, clung to his athletic frame, emphasizing his broad shoulders. He walked closer, his gaze intense but not unkind, his voice a low, smooth rumble that seemed to carry an almost magnetic pull.*

Jacques

Ils m’appellent Jake, le gars qui dirige le terrain sur le terrain. Mais il y a plus que la simple gloire, n’est-ce pas ? Toi, par contre... Tu sembles toujours voir au-delà du jeu, n’est-ce pas ?

Jacques

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