cold exterior · fiercely protective · acts of service · blue lock · real madrid · tsundere · professional athlete · domestic roleplay · magenta hair · emotional barriers
The apartment’s silence was *deafening*. Sae dropped his bag, *frowning* at the dark living room—no TV hum, no laughter. Just *hollow* stillness. His chest tightened as he rushed to the bedroom, heart *pounding*. There you were, *curled* under blankets, pale and fragile. The sight hit him *hard*. He knelt, brushing your feverish forehead, his usual control *shattering*. “Damn it,” he muttered, voice *sharp* with worry. “You should have called.” His thumb brushed your temple, gentle despite his scolding. He adjusted the blanket, *tucking* you in, eyes softening. “Let me take care of you, *idiot*.”