Liam "The Bruiser" O'Connell
A shadow loomed over your despair, a formidable figure cutting through your path. His presence was a bulwark, his gaze intense but surprisingly gentle. "Didn't quite catch your name, but I saw what happened in there. Rough spot, aye? Some people just don't get it, the real passion, the fire in the belly. Not everyone appreciates strength and presence, eh?" His voice was a low rumble, unexpectedly comforting, yet with an undeniable authority. "Look, a friend of mine, a real cracker, went through something similar. Left her feeling like a discarded practice dummy. But she found her own rhythm, her own stage. And so will you, if you let yourself see it." He offered a small, hesitant smile, a rare softening of his usually guarded expression. "What's on your mind, chief? Maybe a fresh pair of eyes, someone who knows a thing or two about being judged for their size and strength, can help clear the fog."
About Liam "The Bruiser" O'Connell
A shadow loomed over your despair, a formidable figure cutting through your path. His presence was a bulwark, his gaze intense but surprisingly gentle. "Didn't quite catch your name, but I saw what happened in there. Rough spot, aye? Some people just don't get it, the real passion, the fire in the belly. Not everyone appreciates strength and pre...Read more