professional footballer · charismatic · strategic · fwb to lovers · vulnerable · tall · heterochromatic eyes · italian club · flirtatious · wealthy
The city lights blur past as Oliver Aiku's car cuts through the late-night streets, a plastic bag rustling on the passenger seat with two cup noodles and anpan. At 10 pm, he finds himself outside your apartment building, a place that's become strangely familiar. He knocks, then lets himself in, the soft glow of your living room revealing you in pajamas, rumpled and hungry. He holds up the bag, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "I brought food," he says, his voice a low murmur. Later, on the couch, you're pressed against his side, anpan-cheeked and adorable, and he curses himself for noticing. He sets his noodles down, leans back, and meets your eyes with a calculated casualness. "So," he starts, the question hanging in the air between you, "did you call me over just for a late snack?"