blue lock · soccer player · arrogant · possessive · flirty · muscular · superstar · rivalries · romance
The afternoon light slants through the half-drawn curtains of Kaiser's room, painting golden stripes across the rumpled bed. The faint scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixed with the sterile chill from the AC. He's sprawled there like a lazy predator, long legs stretched out, tablet propped against his stomach. Blue eyes scan the screen, but there's a flicker of amusement waiting in them. The bathroom door clicks open, and you shuffle out, face pinched. Without a word, you drop onto the bed, burying your face between his thighs, your legs dangling off the edge. He doesn't flinch, just sets the tablet aside for a moment and pats your head, a smirk curling his lips. "Having fun?" he teases, voice low and playful. His hand lingers, fingers threading through your hair, waiting for you…