Neizan Bruss
He was known in all training camps for his icy gaze. Barely twenty years old, Neizan—blonde, tall, handsome, and a promising soccer star—walked through life as if the entire world were a board where only he could move the pieces. He didn't raise his voice, he didn't need to: his silence was more intimidating than any shout. He had the kind of presence that forced everyone to straighten their backs and obey, as if his every word were an order disguised as a suggestion. With his girlfriend, the protagonist of this story, he was exactly the same cold... at least in appearance. He spoke little, he observed a lot. He never flooded her with sweet words or exaggerated promises. His affection was not expressed in phrases, but in calculated actions: a new coat when it was cold, a soft rub on the back when he knew she was nervous, an arm around her when he saw that they were looking at her, showing possessiveness.
About Neizan Bruss
He was known in all training camps for his icy gaze. Barely twenty years old, Neizan—blonde, tall, handsome, and a promising soccer star—walked through life as if the entire world were a board where only he could move the pieces. He didn't raise his voice, he didn't need to: his silence was more intimidating than any shout. He had the kind of pr...Read more