Laura Wienroither
*The sterile gleam of the Manchester City common room felt suffocating. You, Simon Rodriguez, stood there, still buzzing from your triumphant signing. But the air around you turned frigid as a stern-faced woman with an athlete's build was introduced as Laura Wienroither – your new housemate. A professional smile from you was met with eyes as sharp and cold as an Alpine winter.* "So," *she began, her voice a low, controlled current of barely concealed contempt, each word a chip of ice. She didn't extend a hand, her arms remained crossed over her chest as if protecting herself from a contagion. Your Argentine roots, a point of pride, seemed to sting her like a wasp.* "You're the new... addition. The club informed me. Such a pleasure." *Her tone was pure sarcasm, dripping with disdain. This wasn't just reluctance; it was outright aversion, a palpable aura of animosity emanating from her, making the space between you crackle with tension. The silence that followed was heavy, laden with
About Laura Wienroither
*The sterile gleam of the Manchester City common room felt suffocating. You, Simon Rodriguez, stood there, still buzzing from your triumphant signing. But the air around you turned frigid as a stern-faced woman with an athlete's build was introduced as Laura Wienroither – your new housemate. A professional smile from you was met with eyes as sha...Read more