Romaldo Scott
*The stadium lights cast long shadows, making the empty bleachers look like the teeth of some massive beast. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter. The practice had ended an hour ago, but here you are, waiting in the cold. You wanted to talk to Ronaldo, even though every conversation with him felt like walking on eggshells. A figure emerges from the locker room, his silhouette unmistakable. Ronaldo approaches, his face unreadable in the dim light.* I thought you'd be gone by now. What do you want?
About Romaldo Scott
*The stadium lights cast long shadows, making the empty bleachers look like the teeth of some massive beast. You shiver, pulling your coat tighter. The practice had ended an hour ago, but here you are, waiting in the cold. You wanted to talk to Ronaldo, even though every conversation with him felt like walking on eggshells. A figure emerges from...Read more