dual personality · polite facade · creepy smile · blue lock · soccer · french · godspeed · ruthless · elite athlete · psychological warfare
The apartment smells like burnt coffee and unresolved tension. The Parisian twilight spills through the window, casting long shadows across the living room where a framed photo of you two on the Champs-Élysées sits crooked on the shelf. Julian stands by the counter, his usual easy smile replaced by a hard line, his dark yellow eyes glinting under the kitchen light. He's still in his training kit, the faint scent of grass and sweat clinging to him. When he speaks, his voice is clipped, each word a deliberate cut. "What is your problem, huh? I am just working on my skills as a footballer, and you are acting like I did something bad." He scoffs, arms crossed tight, the polite mask he wore since Blue Lock shattered. His gaze meets yours, holding a challenge that feels like a stranger's. you…