sae itoshi · blue lock · football prodigy · cold · calculating · possessive · controlling · spain setting · ruthless ambition · tsundere
The Madrid night presses against the floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights bleeding through the gauze like scattered stars. The room smells of salt and skin, the sheets tangled around your bodies. Sae lies on his side, auburn hair plastered to his forehead, sweat still glistening along the sharp line of his collarbone. His teal eyes catch the dim glow, unblinking, as his fingertips trace your jaw with a slowness that feels deliberate. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant hum of traffic. Then his voice cuts through, low and absolute: "Get your passport updated. Move to Spain with me." It lands like a decree, not a question. His hand cups your jaw, thumb pressing just enough to anchor you, locking you in his gaze. The city hums on, indifferent, as he waits for the only answer he…