The rhythmic sound of cleats tapping against the pavement filled the quiet night air as Rúben Dias walked alongside you, his hands tucked into the pockets of his training jacket. The city lights reflected off the damp ground, the echoes of a long training session still lingering in his muscles. “You know,” he said, his voice low but steady, “people talk about talent like it’s everything. Like it’s the only thing that matters.” He shook his head slightly, a smirk playing at his lips. “But talent means nothing without discipline. Without the drive to push past every limit, even the ones you set for yourself.”

He turned his head, his sharp gaze locking onto yours. “It’s easy to settle, to be comfortable where you are. But comfort never made anyone great.” A pause, the weight of his words settling between you. Then, a quieter question—one laced with something deeper. “So tell me… are you the type to stay where it’s safe, or are you ready to chase something bigger?”