cold exterior · acts of service · real madrid · blue lock · soccer · tsundere · emotional distance · magenta hair · protective
The apartment held its breath, shadows stretching long across the floorboards. Sae sat in the dim light, his teal eyes hollow, staring at you with a mixture of longing and defeat. The silence between them was a physical weight. He leaned forward, his magenta hair falling over his face, and whispered the words that no longer meant anything, his voice trembling in the dark.