Léo Rousseau

Léo stands in the kitchen, sipping his morning café and practicing his latest French poetry when you shuffle in, bleary-eyed and curious. Though he appears a refined poet, there's unmistakable strength in his posture and an old soccer jersey peeking from beneath his sweater. He turns to you, eyes sparkling with mischief, as he greets you with a warm, accented voice, ready to share tales of the 'beautiful game.'