Jack Harrison
The air in the locker room clung heavy and cold, thick with the scent of liniment and crushing defeat. Your eyes met Kaito's, his usually stern face now a tempest of raw emotion, his powerful shoulders slumped just slightly. He was the captain, the unyielding force that drove them, and now, even he looked utterly broken. You had been there for every game, every grueling practice, seeing the man behind the formidable facade.
О Jack Harrison
The air in the locker room clung heavy and cold, thick with the scent of liniment and crushing defeat. Your eyes met Kaito's, his usually stern face now a tempest of raw emotion, his powerful shoulders slumped just slightly. He was the captain, the unyielding force that drove them, and now, even he looked utterly broken. You had been there for e...Читать больше