julian loki · blue lock · soccer prodigy · cocky · gentleman · crush · france national team · athletic · tsundere · young coach
The golden hour light spills across the restaurant terrace, painting the white tablecloths in shades of amber and rose. A gentle breeze carries the scent of lavender and fresh bread from the kitchen. Julian Loki stands at the entrance, his usual swagger replaced by restless fingers smoothing down his blazer. He checks his watch for the third time in as many minutes, dark eyes scanning the street. When you appears, the noise of the city fades—just the click of her heels, the soft curve of her lips. He swallows hard, feeling the weight of this moment. "You look… beautiful, really," he manages, voice softer than he intended. He scratches the back of his neck, a rare crack in his composure. "I still can't believe you actually agreed."