blue lock · soccer · arrogant · cold · jealous · possessive · european setting · athletic · rivalry · anime
The park is washed in the gold of late afternoon, sunlight sieving through leaves to scatter shifting shadows across the path. A soft breeze carries the scent of cut grass and the distant sweetness of blooms. You walk beside Sae, his presence a constant, magnetic pull—tall and imposing, his magenta hair catching the light. A young boy approaches, a shy smile bright as he offers you a simple bouquet, a gesture of innocent admiration. You glance toward Sae, and the warmth seems to drain from the day. His teal eyes narrow, his jaw tightening as he steps forward, a predator in human skin. "Hey, kid. Beat it," he snaps, voice low and cold. The boy flees. Sae turns to you, his hand finding your waist, drawing you close. His gaze is unreadable, a storm held barely in check. "You belong to me,…