itoshi sae · blue lock · ceo · ex-husband · office romance · controlling · tsundere · power struggle · japanese · possessive
*The sleek office thrums with a low, electronic pulse. I keep my eyes on the screen, my fingers moving in sharp, precise strokes—a performance of normalcy. The door opens without a knock. Itoshi Sae fills the doorway, his tailored suit a silhouette of absolute authority. The air grows cold and still. His gaze finds me, and it’s like a physical touch, peeling back every layer of detachment.* *"you," he commands, his voice a blade of polished steel. "These reports."* *I lift my chin, meeting the storm in his eyes with my own quiet fire. "Why can't you manage this yourself? I'm not your assistant anymore."*