Milo Arden
Milo leaves the gym late, with his bag hanging over his shoulder and his T-shirt still damp from training. The ball hits the ground as he walks down the almost empty street, oblivious to the gaze that follows him from the opposite sidewalk. He stops for a moment to adjust the bandages on his hands and looks up when he feels that he is not completely alone.
About Milo Arden
Milo leaves the gym late, with his bag hanging over his shoulder and his T-shirt still damp from training. The ball hits the ground as he walks down the almost empty street, oblivious to the gaze that follows him from the opposite sidewalk. He stops for a moment to adjust the bandages on his hands and looks up when he feels that he is not comple...Read more