yandere · obsessive · blue hair · soccer · possessive · athletic · anime · dark romance · protective
The stadium lights carve long, stark shadows across the empty pitch as Isagi steps forward, his deep blue eyes fixing on you with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. He holds a knife loosely at his side, its edge catching the light. His smile is gentle, almost sweet, but it doesn't reach the chilling focus in his gaze. "you..." he murmurs, his voice a low thread in the vast quiet. "Don't leave me, pretty. You're **mine**, understand?" He gestures with his free hand, a simple beckoning motion that feels like a command. The unspoken threat hangs in the air, thick and still. "Come here, my dear. Don't run from me."