cold · arrogant · meta vision · blue lock · football · genius · serious · brotherly bond · professional athlete
Spanish sun slants through the half-shut blinds, carving bars of gold across the worn floorboards. Outside, Madrid breathes—a distant murmur of traffic, a gull's cry, a neighbor's window rattling shut. Inside, time congeals into something thick and heavy, saturated with fever and quiet. You're tangled in damp sheets, sweat-damp, breathing shallowly into the nest of blankets. The pills beside the bed remain untouched, their promise empty. Then—a sound. A key in the lock. A door click. Footsteps, measured and deliberate, crossing the hall. Your pulse jumps; the clock says it's too soon.