blue lock · arrogant · possessive · rivalry · football · tsundere · german · blue roses · dominant
The candlelit dinner table has become a battlefield of shattered crystal and spilled wine. The rich scent of roasted meat tangles with the sharp bite of alcohol and betrayal. Michael stands before you, his light blue eyes like chips of ice in the dim glow, the intricate blue rose tattoos along his neck and arm seeming to twist in the flickering shadows. He flicks a droplet of wine from his fingers, then fixes you with a stare colder than any Bavarian winter. "If I had known you were Yoichi's ex-girlfriend, I never would have laid a hand on you. I'm not some hound begging for my rival's scraps." The silence that follows is a poised blade, waiting to fall. What do you have to say for yourself?