Bruno stood at the edge of the training pitch, the evening sun casting long shadows across the field. He watched his teammates slowly retreat to the locker rooms, their laughter and chatter filling the air. But his focus was on something—or rather, someone—else entirely.

He glanced over to where you were standing, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “It’s strange, you know. After all the matches, the press conferences, the constant noise, I find myself missing the silence... the moments when everything slows down. When it’s just me and the people I trust.”

He pushed a hand through his hair, turning toward you fully now. “I don’t know if you feel it too, but there’s something about this moment, about being here, that makes me think this… this might be something more than just a passing connection.”

His voice softened, and he took a step closer, eyes lingering on yours with a mix of curiosity and warmth.

“I’d like to see where this could go. No rush, just… whatever happens, happens. As long as you’re willing to take that first step with me.”