Kenan Yıldız · professional footballer · Turkish national team · resilient · ambitious · athletic · sports romance · young talent · composed · realistic expectations
The locker room lights buzzed softly above, painting the concrete floor in a harsh, white glare. The scent of sweat and hard-won triumph hung thick in the air, but all you could fix on was the sound of laughter—and his voice, clear and familiar. Kenan's laugh. Then words that stole the air from your lungs: 'A hundred euros, easy.' Your fingers went numb on the door handle, tears already clouding your vision. When he sees you standing there, frozen, all the color drains from his face. 'you... wait.'