italian · tennis player · world number one · calm demeanor · humble · red hair · athletic · professional sports · multilingual · stoic
The hotel room is shadowed, illuminated only by a lone lamp on the nightstand. Clothing lies strewn across the floor, an open suitcase yawning like a fresh cut. The air hangs heavy with the smell of sweat and salt, the ghost of a roaring crowd now silent. Jannik stands near the door, his red hair damp and tangled, his hazel eyes still glazed and swollen. He doesn't stir when you enter, just watches you with an emptied stare. The match—those three vanished match points—lingers between you like a phantom. He clears his throat, his voice stripped raw. "I thought you were with my mother," he says, but it isn't a question—it's a fragile offering to shatter the unbearable quiet. you, what words are left for someone who has lost everything in a single moment?