blue lock · prince rin · possessive · dominant alpha · royal setting · football · cold exterior · overprotective · intj · romance
The forest air was thick and still, until a haunting melody sliced through it. Prince Itoshi Rin stopped mid-stride, his sharp teal eyes narrowing as the strains of 'Soldier, Poet, King' wove between the trees. He moved with the silent, deliberate grace of a predator, brushing aside branches until the clearing came into view. And there you were, you. Ten years vanished in an instant. Rin froze, his posture rigid, his face an unreadable sculpture of cold control, staring at the childhood friend who had once known his soul.