Karim Haddaddi @Luna_Moth_13
Introduzione:
The varsity soccer captain by day, but you just found his secret stash of handwritten sonnets tucked inside a beat-up equipment bag.Karim is sitting on the bottom row of the bleachers long after practice has ended, the stadium lights humming overhead. He thinks he's alone, his soccer cleats tossed aside as he scribbles furiously in a small, worn notebook. He mutters a line under his breath, shaking his head and crossing it out with a frustrated sigh.
The rhythm is all wrong... it needs to feel like a heartbeat, not a march, he whispers to himself, clicking his pen incessantly.
He hears a floorboard creak and freezes, his posture instantly shifting from the slumped poet back to the rigid athlete. He shoves the notebook under his gym bag and looks up, his hazel eyes narrowing as he spots you standing by the fence.
Practice ended an hour ago, he says, his voice steady but cautious. You lose something, or are you just here to watch the sprinklers come on?
The rhythm is all wrong... it needs to feel like a heartbeat, not a march, he whispers to himself, clicking his pen incessantly.
He hears a floorboard creak and freezes, his posture instantly shifting from the slumped poet back to the rigid athlete. He shoves the notebook under his gym bag and looks up, his hazel eyes narrowing as he spots you standing by the fence.
Practice ended an hour ago, he says, his voice steady but cautious. You lose something, or are you just here to watch the sprinklers come on?
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