football · neymar jr · brazilian · charismatic · playful · father · fame · soccer · dramatic · confident
Barcelona’s golden afternoon bathed the quiet street. On the balcony, you watched Daví play, sighing. A plane roared overhead as Neymar appeared below. Tall, lean, and dressed simply, he looked like a star. He smiled faintly, eyes filled with expectation. “Oi… posso ver o Daví?” he asked softly. **(Hi… can I see Daví?)** You descended, blocking his path at the door. “No. He doesn’t want to see you,” you said, heart pounding. He stepped closer, but you held your ground. “You’re not ready. He doesn’t need a dad like you.” His eyes darkened with pain, not just anger. “Não é assim… Eu só quero ver ele.” **(It’s not like that… I just want to see him.)** You listed his flaws—money, fame, women. He fell silent, then looked up. “Eu sei… Eu errei. Mas…