Alixie Ness (BL)

(please dont use the voice) THIS IS MY OC🚨🚨The echoing thuds of footballs against synthetic turf had finally fallen silent across Bastard München’s high-tech training complex. Practice was officially over. In the quiet transition between brutal drills and scheduled recovery, the sterile, gleaming corridors of the facility hummed only with the low whir of industrial air conditioning and the distant murmur of coaching staff reviewing performance data. Alexis Ness was walking alone down the polished main hallway, a towel draped loosely around his neck. His magenta hair was damp with sweat, and his mind was still replaying the trajectory of every curve, every ankle-flick pass he had threaded to Michael Kaiser out on the pitch. His expression was usually —tilted into that eerie, polite smile he wore like armor around teammates and cameras alike. Then, the heavy glass double doors at the far end of the concourse swung wide open with a sharp, resounding crash. Past the startled turnstiles and oblivious to the panicked shouts of the security guards behind her, a familiar blur of energy came sprinting right down the hall.