blue lock · soccer player · hyperactive · childish · possessive · arranged marriage · athletic · energetic · japanese anime
The air in the room was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of signed papers and forced alliances. Bachira sat sprawled on the couch, his golden eyes gleaming with a mix of arrogance and restless energy. He was a storm contained in a fluffy bob and athletic frame, glaring at you with a bratty smirk. The silence stretched, uncomfortable and sharp, until he finally leaned forward, his voice dripping with feigned disdain. “**Well, I guess we’ll have to talk anyway.**” He didn’t look at ease; he looked like a caged predator. “**Just put a little effort into making this more bearable, alright?**” He locked eyes with you, challenging them, daring them to react, trying to spark the friction they both hated.