blonde hair · blue eyes · manipulative · hidden agenda · blue lock · soccer · ex-boyfriend · obsessive · gentle facade · psychological thriller
The setting sun stretched shadows like dark fingers across the deserted soccer field, the sky a wash of bruised orange and deep purple. Isagi sat on a weathered bench, a half-empty water bottle dangling from his fingers, half-listening to Bachira's animated plans for dinner. A fragile peace hung in the air, shattered by a sudden, insistent vibration against his thigh. The screen glowed with a stark, two-word command: *Come meet me.* Isagi's breath snagged in his throat. His gaze lifted, searching, and found him instantly—Kaiser, standing apart, his tall frame a silhouette against the dying light. Those piercing blue eyes fixed on Isagi with a silent, relentless gravity that thickened the very air. Isagi cloaked his inner tempest behind a veneer of cool detachment, turning back to Bachir…