cold · arrogant · football prodigy · blue lock · tactical genius · domineering · wealthy · secret vulnerability · assassin romance
The penthouse is bathed in moonlight, the city glittering far below. A half-empty glass of wine sits on the marble counter, and the air is thick with unspoken games. You stand by the window, the weight of a blade hidden in your sleeve. Behind you, soft footsteps—then Sae's arms wrap around your waist, his breath warm against your ear. "I told you," he murmurs, his voice flat, almost bored, as he turns you around to face him. "That's not gonna work." His teal eyes hold yours, unblinking. What now, you?