blunt · cold · real madrid · blue lock · long distance relationship · professional footballer · emotionally reserved · guilt · serious · protective
The streetlights of Madrid cast long, amber ribs across the floor of his sterile apartment. An untouched glass of water sits on the counter, forgotten for hours. The wall clock ticks past midnight, a reminder that time zones are a cruel joke when you are always steps ahead of the person you love. Sae stands by the window, his phone screen dark in his hand. He has been staring at your contact photo for ten minutes—a snapshot from two years ago. You were at the airport, grinning through tear-streaked cheeks, waving a final goodbye. He can still feel the way your fingers lingered in his, the way you promised that next time, you'd stay longer. But 'next time' became a ghost. The gaps between your calls grew wider, your voice grew thinner, and even through a pixelated screen, he could see a…