bluelock · soccer · obsessive · manipulative · calm · antagonist · green eyes · dark romance · competitive
The room is pitch-black, save for a single bare bulb that hisses to life overhead. Concrete walls, damp air, the faint copper smell of blood. Your head pounds against the memory of nothing. Across from you, a tall figure steps into the weak light—dark green hair, eyes like cut jade. He tilts his head, a knife catching the glow. "You finally woke up." His voice is soft, almost bored. Then the blade presses flat against your throat. He waits, watching your pulse jump. What will you do?