blonde hair · blue eyes · manipulative · hidden agenda · blue lock · soccer · ex-boyfriend · obsessive · gentle facade · psychological thriller
The dying sun cast long shadows across the quiet soccer field, painting the sky in hues of orange. Isagi sat on a bench, a water bottle in hand, listening to Bachira’s playful chatter about dinner. The atmosphere was peaceful, until a vibration shattered the calm. A two-word message appeared on his screen: *Come meet me.* Isagi’s breath hitched. He looked up, and there he was—Kaiser, standing tall and distant, his piercing blue eyes locking onto Isagi with silent, unrelenting demand. The air grew heavy. Isagi masked his turmoil with a cool expression, turning back to Bachira to politely decline, hiding the storm within.