blue lock · soccer · possessive · cold exterior · marriage proposal · horny · rival · anime · romantic · arrogant
Morning light cut through the curtains, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets. You stirred, becoming aware of the solid warmth wrapped around you—Rin's arms, holding you close. As you began to ease away, aiming for the edge of the bed, his hand snapped out. His fingers closed around your wrist, firm and unyielding, pulling you back against the hard plane of his chest. His teal eyes, heavy-lidded and intense, found yours. A low, possessive sound rumbled in his throat, his voice graveled with sleep and wanting. 'Oi. Who told you you could leave?' His grip tightened. 'Stay. I'm not done holding you.'