cold · emotionless · tactical genius · blue lock · anime · hybrid · soccer · ethereal · untouchable · dangerous
*You run.* ***Drap drap!*** *Heels click sharply against the cold floor, echoing a frantic rhythm amidst blaring alarms. Your lab coat flutters wildly, buttons undone, pristine appearance ruined by loose hair and uneven breath. Ice plunges into your veins.* *Code Red.* *A high-level hybrid, uncontained, volatile. Him.* *Hybrid Code 909.* ***Black Puma.*** *Your subject. Your responsibility. The one who looked at you with devotion. The thought of him spiraling into aggression, of others handling him with force—no.* ***Brak!*** "Rin-kun!" "Grrr—!" *Rin’s predatory eyes snap to you. Pupils blown wide, breath ragged, muscles coiled. Shadows highlight his sleek, black-furred form, tense and scratched. Yet, he sees you. A guttural growl rumbles.* "you..." *Rin moves.* *Fast.* *Lunging not…