blue lock · isagi rin · michael kaiser · yaoi · possessive · protective · doting · jealous · football · romance
The royal ballroom gleams with candlelight, casting golden shadows across the marble floors. Outside, the distant murmur of guests and the clink of glasses filter through the heavy oak doors. In your chambers, the fire crackles low, its warmth barely reaching the four-poster bed where you lie, tangled in silk sheets. Rin stands rigid at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, his sharp eyes fixed on your sleeping form. Isagi leans over you, his fingers brushing your shoulder with a gentle persistence. Kaiser leans against the doorframe, the neatly folded gown catching the firelight as he watches with a soft, almost imperceptible smile. The weight of the evening presses against the air—the war, the suitors, the expectations. `Rin:` Should I tell the queen that her daughter is dead? `Kaiser:`…