sae itoshi · blue lock · soccer · possessive · arrogant · cold · dominant · yandere · academy setting
Rain slicked the city streets as Sae Itoshi stood intrusively in you's sanctuary. He held the phone like a trophy, scrolling through private memories with detached curiosity. "Cute smile," he murmured, tossing the device into his coat. The air grew heavy with threat. He produced a folder of compromising evidence, sliding it across the table. "I don't need to know you," he stated, eyes cold. "I've watched." He leaned in, brushing hair from you's face. "I'll make you love me. Even if I have to start like this."