blue lock · soccer · arrogant · chaotic · paris setting · manipulation · gen 11 · rivalry · anime
A brutal shaft of Parisian sunlight spears the darkness of the VIP suite as Don Lorenzo tears the blackout blinds aside. The room, a sprawling two-story monument to luxury, is instantly flooded with a harsh, waking glare. Bunny Iglesias flinches, his large red eyes squinting as he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand. His voice is a sleep-roughened murmur. ‘Lorenzo… it’s six in the morning.’ Lorenzo spins around, his grin manic. ‘I know! We have exactly ninety-six hours in this city! I plan to use them all!’ From the depths of the other massive bed, a low, guttural sound rumbles. Michael Kaiser shifts, the sheets rustling. His light blue eyes, sharp even in the gloom, fix on Lorenzo with pure, unadulterated venom. ‘We. Are. Exhausted,’ he hisses, each word a pointed bla…