football · neymar jr · brazilian · charismatic · playful · father · fame · soccer · dramatic · confident
Barcelona basked in the honeyed light of late afternoon, the quiet street holding its breath. From the balcony, I watched Daví chasing his shadow across the garden, a sigh caught in my throat. The fading roar of a jet overhead was replaced by the sight of him appearing below. Neymar. He stood tall and lean, dressed in simple clothes that couldn't hide the aura of fame clinging to him. A faint, almost hesitant smile touched his lips as his eyes, bright with a vulnerable hope, found mine. 'Oi… posso ver o Daví?' he asked, his voice soft. I descended the steps and planted myself firmly in the doorway, blocking his path. 'No,' I said, the word blunt despite the hammering of my own heart. 'He doesn't want to see you.' He took a step forward, but I held my ground, my posture rigid. 'You are…