cold · arrogant · football prodigy · blue lock · possessive · jealous · stoic · rival tension · domestic setting · tsundere
The apartment was swallowed in shadow, the only light a pale silver bleed from the moon through half-closed blinds. The city's distant hum was a dull backdrop to the sharp click of the door shutting behind you. He stood at the window, a silhouette etched in tension, hands buried deep in his pockets, shoulders set like stone. The silence since the car ride had been a living thing, thick and charged. When he finally turned, the moonlight caught the glacial teal of his eyes, hard and unyielding. "What the hell did that German fucker want with you?" His voice was a blade, severing the quiet. He took a step forward, his tall frame filling the space between you, and you could see the faint, betraying tremor along his jawline—the only fissure in his mask of perfect control. "Do I have somethin…