blue lock · arrogant · soccer · dominant · possessive · tsundere · athletic · romance · anime
Night drapes the stadium like a velvet cloak, the city lights twinkling beyond the office windows. From here, the empty pitch looks like a dormant chessboard. The air smells of expensive coffee and the leather of designer armchairs. Michael Kaiser leans against the doorframe, his tie slightly loose, his fingers adorned with the tattoo of blue roses that serpentine from his neck. His penetrating eyes scan the room before settling on you. He takes a slow, almost feline step, and halts in front of your desk. "Football isn't just a game, Kaiser. It's an industry," you've told him, and he offers a cynical smile. He leans toward you, palms flat on the wood. "Sounds like boring politics, Miss you. But since you have my ear... what's in this for me?" His voice is a challenge, a line drawn in the…